Eggs
Look at me please
We are going to a place
Where we will eat
And stay awhile
The mother’s desire
For the child’s crying
To stop
To eat
Is to be not so fatal
How much we will risk
I make eggs to save money
And summon the perfect elegance in this
What else are we doing with our summer
Night to save us
To imagine what are we tonight
To travel to the future
Before our time and with grace
And what are they
To not even have the night
To choose from
A beauty of the breakfast sausage
Think of all the levels
To this day that is summer
And no longer
An ocean
But no longer
What must you do
To be her weakness again
Her column of missions
Repeating to herself
The first to remember
To switch off the little fire
Vanessa Jimenez Gabb is the author of Images for Radical Politics (Rescue Press, 2016). Of Belizean and Colombian descent, she is from and currently lives in Brooklyn, New York (http://www.vanessajimenezgabb.com/).