Where He Came From, They Smash Avocado

 

Where He Came From, They Smash Avocado

 

This morning when he came in

from gym,

sweat dribbling

from pressed foreheads

down her chest,

beneath nightie’s silk skin

where he’d rested, catching breath,

she’s toasting bread.

 

They neither have yet

brushed teeth

and last night still is there

it mingles with roasted air

pepper scents that comb her hair.

 

She's two sides fried in butter

flipped, bacon crisped,

then heaped this

with ripe sliced avocado

tossed on one side

and dates, sweet mango, grapes

melt into buttered plates,

upon toast they fork the olive green

press salty meat

almost burnt that crumbles upon

two tongues.

 

Say grace, chew, swallow

filling hollows,

thinks of states he came from

still singing empty songs

and remembers years ago

places where they smash avocado.