Eggs churning
legs burning
a non stop race to futility
and constant pressure
I\'m being watched
from behind
as I whisk
she wants to know everything
about me
now
how can I possibly relate to this person
sitting here in my room?
this woman
I just met yesterday
and now she\'s having breakfast with me
is something supposed to come of this?
when do I call her again?
we did have sex
I know the design of her pubic hair
and which way the strands fold
but how fast
should we start sharing secrets
with each other?
when should I smile comfortably?
I burn myself on the stove
and scream silently for help
hiding the welt from her
to pretend I\'m tough enough
and delivering the coffee and food
feels like some sort of
half assed performance art
she laughs
a smile parts her lips
and we gaze at each other
across the table
letting things be
a breeze blows in
from the kitchen window
but there is no sound.