Monday, February 25, 2013

Tejano Breakfast: 1958

“M’ijo, ve y trae unos blanquillos del solar.”

Barefoot I run, chased after
By images of glossy yellow
Scrambled eggs spread on
A freshly-made flour tortilla

Ready to be folded and held fast
In my hungry hands.  Hands now
On a mission in search for gold in my
Gallinita’s straw-cushioned nest,

Nestled in the backyard chicken coop...

                    Three fresh freckled eggs ready to go!

And I rush back past the kitchen's
screeching snagged and bruised screen door
Where ‘ama is waiting with butter
Melting in the stovetop iron pan

©jjméndez, 2013

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