the meal started with a good night’s sleep. the night before i’d e-mailed the managers at work that i thought i’d overworked my post-surgical hand the past three days and would therefore rest my hand today. when the alarm went off at 2:10 am I shut it off and got three more hours of sleep.
when i woke and took my four pills and flossed and brushed i thought i’d walk a mile and a quarter and end up at mcdonald’s, there to have an egg mcmuffin or two, but i knew i had ingredients for a cheaper and more nutritious meal at home. got a roma tomato and mexican-blend cheese and a carton of eggs and sausage and white onion from the fridge. put a bit of canola oil into a fry pan and put a third of a chopped white onion in the oil, tipping the pan and spatula-tossing till they were coated.
broke two eggs into a white bowl i’d made last year and whisked to semi-homogeneity. removed the now-caramelized onion from the pan and poured the egg in. kosher-salted and peppered and tipped the pan around to make of the eggs a circular continent. after leisurely cooking on medium heat i spatula-compelled the continent into sharpei-like folds. let rest/fry one more minute, then plated and sprinkled the rough-shredded cheese on top.
into the pan i dropped two lumps of sausage totalling about a quarter pound. spatula-mashed them as thin as I could get them without raggettifying their edges, then cranked the heat and let them sit while I fast-sliced the tomato, eating the exotic ends.
a flip for the sausage patties, a lowering of the heat, and i let the patties fry while i put the plate of eggs and cheese and onions in the microwave for thirty seconds. added the sausage patties to the plate. put the plate on the laptops on the table and set kosher salt and pepper next to the plate and the mostly-empty jug of whole milk nearby. took and photo edited the photo you see.
and i ate/mixing bites/it is great/such delights/warm and cold/salty-savory/ne’er gets old/bursty-flavory/sweet whole milk/for the beverage/adds the silk/for the leverage/over sadness/over trauma/past the madness/past the drama/upping tempo/and nutrition/braiding hemp–o/hail Nutrition!
and I thank Heaven, and Goodness, and this moment’s Reality, and i thank whoever reads all the way down for your steadfast attention, and i wish you Good Appetite of Victuals, Words and Happiness.
there is the moon/above a gauzy cloud/and if it had a saturn’s ring/in its current crescent state/it would look like a bow and arrow/poised to fire at the sun horizon sun
there are muons too/in subatomic abundance/but if you want to see them/you will need a cloud chamber/and even then what you will see/are its characteristic tracks
now, gullible and lullable are twins./but sanctioned hanky-panctity is not./the horizon infinity run alas is a race nobody wins/and a moment may be finite as a dot.
when we are fools in lust and greed and wanting/and get our hopes up faster than a flare./some hopes shatter, some dissolve, some are killed and then start haunting/some will drive us to the outskirts of despair.
One with Clay, Image and Text 