English #frapalymo: Like the Dog He Is…

In a deep frying pan,
grits bubble and pop,
making a mess on the stove.
The bird perched on the ledge
outside my kitchenette window
chirps, teasing me. 9:15 AM.
He’s still not home. Hands on hips,
tapping my foot, remembering
the scent of her perfume,
I stir his breakfast. If he returns
smelling of wilted roses,
I’ll make him lick his grits
from his scalding lap.

© 2015 Nortina Simmons


Written for Frau Paulchen’s Lyrik Monat, which translates from German to Mrs. Paulchen’s Poetry Month. Today’s prompt is “breaking point.”

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