Sunny Side Up Anna Berry

Sunny Side Up

sunset came early, as it does in mid-November that fat, orange yolk popped to spill out across the evening sky and dribble beneath the horizon leaving in its wake an empty, grumbling darkness

the sight made us hungry for a premature breakfast

together, we slice pancakes and butter beneath the haze of tired eyes and caffeine and fluorescence to get a taste of something comfortably unrecognizable

we are two, adjacent two voices among voices two of a dozen plates on a tray

and yet i waver

at the thought of two

in my mind’s eye we have become the center of a watchful universe