Fat and sugar,
salt and caffeine
lift me
when they hit
the bloodstream.
So, I make
Sunday breakfast
for family.
Eat sausage while it cooks.
Sip fresh ground blonde roast.
Listen to Holiday Classics
and my son,
as he tells my wife
about his late-night
spent
eating burgers, broccoli,
chili, rice,
and chips.
watching college football
with weightlifting friends.
The dogs rumble,
Wrestle at my feet,
then run
room to room,
humping hard.
It’s a contest,
I guess.
Establishing dominance.
I salt and pepper the eggs,
turn them,
start the toast,
and my daughter
thump,
thump,
thumps,
down the stairs.
Rhino,
the fat, gray cat
walks through,
paying no mind to us.
He meows, meows, meows
as his belly sways and
dusts the hardwood floor.
With a great leap,
he is on the table,
waiting
for nobody
to feed him.
~ K.J.
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