Doucet – A La Carte

A la carte

This momentary lushness,
A brief approximation on the tongue
of breaking fast in paradise:

Rich yolks cascading,
breaking at the mouth,
the sacred river.

The lush wave rising,
melting with paler yellow,
Smooth hollandaise,
and the bread.

Oh God, the bread!

2.

I close my eyes,
hide the weak, wet glimmer.

It is only the coffee,
the perfect butter.

(I will never share another breakfast with my mother.)

 

(published in Hamilton Arts and Letters, 30 March, 2017)

 

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