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Eggs, Eggs, Eggs

  • June 1, 2020
  • 11:35 am
  • Massachusetts
Scrambled in the mornings/ sunny side up in the afternoons,/ an omelet with mushrooms at nights.
eggs

Tara Menon

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As a divorcé, my son and I have to be our own chefs

during Modi’s lockdown

since we’re not allowed to go out of our apartment.

Scrambled in the mornings,

sunny side up in the afternoons,

an omelet with mushrooms at nights.

My ex would have taken pity on me

if she could have seen me hunched over the stove.

It’s a pity I wasn’t taught cooking

when I was a kid.

Every day, my son pushes his plate away

and we have a push-of- war

until he stops moving it

and forks the fluffy yellow pieces into his mouth.

I pretend I’ve never tasted anything so good

and point to his plate with my fork to make him finish.

I know I’ll never eat another egg

after the pandemic is over,

if I survive.

 

Tara Menon
Tara Menon is a freelance writer based in Lexington, Massachusetts. Her poetry is forthcoming in 'The Inquisitive Eater." Her poems have appeared in the following journals and anthologies: "Tiger Moth Review," "Blue Minaret," "The Bangalore Review," "voices of eve," "Calliope," "Lalitamba," "Azizah Magazine," "Aaduna," "Yellow as Turmeric, Fragrant as Cloves," "The Taj Mahal Review," "the view from here," and "10x3 plus poetry." She writes fiction and nonfiction as well. Her latest short story is forthcoming in "Evening Street Review." She asks that you donate to the Massachusetts COVID-19 Relief Fund.

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2 Responses

  1. Ram Nayar says:
    06/06/2020 at 10:09 AM

    Hi Tara, The imagery of the struggle of a single parent, more so of a man who has never mastered cooking is well laid out. As one reads the poem, the reader is given a treat of well meshed play of words, describing the “fate” of the eggs in the hands of a man who has never before cooked anything. The highlight of the poem is your stretch of imagination as a poet, and I applaud you for that. It must be a family trait. Keep up the writings.

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  2. Tara Menon says:
    06/10/2020 at 2:43 PM

    Hi Ram: As a writer, it’s nice to hear that I have good imagination. Thanks for all the comments.

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