Twelve dozen.
Maybe just one.
Crack each open.
Open each crack.
Careful.
Mindful.
No shells in the sink.
Just think.
You are her.
Then stir.
No denial.
On trial.
Recipe fits, try it.
Topping too fat.
Think of that.
Push.
Shape eggs into mush.
Cheese sauce on top.
Stop.
Bake ‘til done.
—Victoria Emmons, ©2017
Cup without a saucer
First name without a last
Activist without a handmade sign
Monkey without a banana to eat
Home without a state
State without a name
Hand without a finger
Nowhere is home
No place is mine
Where a heart resides in peace
Accepted by rulers
who prey upon strangers
and do not tolerate salt
without pepper.
—Victoria Emmons, © 2018
La Vue de rue Sleidan 