Waste Not
I never egged a person’s house
even as a child, when eggs were cheap.
I didn’t hate anyone enough
to waste good food. Mother fried eggs
in bacon grease, left the yolks runny
to sop up with buttered toast. Father
had his first heart attack at 56.
It wasn’t serious.
Sometimes we’d eat the eggs of fish
he’d caught, called it caviar.
I bet we liked it as much as millionaires
enjoyed theirs flown in from Russia.
No one ever throws caviar.
— Carl Bettis
2025-04-11
(NaPoWriMo 2025 Day 11)