Treasure Island

Nassy Fesharaki

(Dec 29 / Iran)

Breakfast


Ham and egg
And pancake
And omelet

When we hear we can shape
Our mouths get feeling, taste
Good looking and tasty breakfast

But not mine, which is strange

I had boiled the beetroots
Making Laboo; (childhood)
Failed to eat for long time
Bloodied my fridge
Till last night

Took it out; had a touch
Sleazy, it was soft
With some mold on its top

I don’t waste
Not at all

What to do?
I heated, had a bite
Was funny and too much

In morning I heated left over
Added oil, then two eggs
Invented an omelet

Submitted: Monday, April 07, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 07, 2014

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