...Mmmm Bacon...
By Jose R. Gonzalez
It was small, warm and full of life
like the flames that came from the stove.
On Sunday afternoons the aromas and the sounds
would lure you like the sky lures a wondering balloon.
It felt like a carnival and an emergency room
They're going in and out.
Cooking, Singing, Dancing,
Sisters, Aunts, Friends.
Going in and out
You would find cracked white coffins
On the shelf every morning.
Every sunrise the plate would resemble
A graveyard of a petting zoo.
Scramble eggs,sizziling bacon...
...mmmm bacon...
and fresh milk.
Guillermo would look at his daughter and wife in the kitchen
With his only left green eye.
He would smile,sips his coffee, wink at them
And then he would eat
...mmmm bacon....
4/24/2013
