In a name

I read it in a book      bubble&squeak
they ate it                   I wanted it


how could you not want bubble
on your tongue         to chew squeak


my mother gave me a look and gravy
on Sunday veg         fried up on Monday


she never said as she dished up
this is it you fool       I grew out of stories


with hard boiled eggs and lashings
of whatever there were lashings of


I never tasted their other life
though I’d been eating it the whole time


today I learned that Bengal candles are sparklers
maybe it’s time to meet a tiger in the fire


About Jan Dean

This entry was posted in Stories and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s