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