bacon strips

I woke up this morning, and
I saw a trail of black ants on my kitchen stand.

after killing each one individually,
I went to get a beer
from my fridge and
my girlfriend came out of her
bedroom half-dressed,
hair just about everywhere,
smelling of a familiar smell and
of last night's sex.

"what's for breakfast, babe?"
she said.

I cracked an egg on a old dirty skillet
and smiled,
"eggs. your favorite. you want it with
bacon this time?"

she went into the fridge for a beer and
nodded. "yeah, sure. I'd like some bacon, babe."

I went back to the fridge
and pealed some strips of bacon off the
packaging and lay them on another
pan, sizzling, sizzling, sizzling.

"smells great, babe,"
she said. she smiled a thousand smiles.

"it's in my blood. I've always been a great cook. you know that.
my father was a cook. his father was a cook. his father's father
was a cook . . . " ect.

after a while, I placed some scrambled eggs on
a white oval plate and put some bacon strips
to the side of it, exactly
3.

she wanted 4, so I gave
her 5 - you never know how hungry
a woman really is.

we ate, we fucked, we
drank, we slept some more, we woke
up in the afternoon again
and I went to work.

that's been my week
thus far
right
to the last drum
beat.