She says, “You should try my cooking. It’s really good”
then pours me a cup of hot homemade coffee and tugs
at her always creeping thong below her pink lace nightie.
For breakfast there was cereal, fruit loops with marshmallows.
For lunch, a fried chicken patty with yellow cheese, and Doritos.
For dinner, Kentucky Fried Chicken.
She says her mom never taught her to cook
Then Tommy told her cooking was the maid’s work.
Now, with no Tommy or money for a maid, “I learned to cook”
she said.
For breakfast there were empanadas bought
down the road at Momi’s.
For lunch, pollo con carne from a bag in the freezer and
dinner was leftover Pizza hut.