words
by NAGUELYALTI WARREN
Photography
by GREG PONDER
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At night he orders Breakfast.
Wants his eggs sunny-side up.
The waitress doesn't understand.
Brings them over easy. He sighs.
She cracks gum asking is everything ok?
Takes the eggs away, slow rolling her eyes.
Ten silver dollar pancakes on his plate.
He eats. He waits. She returns: hip holding her hand.
Cook say we ain't got them kina eggs.
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