(For my brother Bondi, who died far too young).
The eggs crack bone-hard
on the side of the bowl.
As they plop and sink,
flour puffs up white dust.
Dust to dust.
Milk. Salt.
Beater.
Spun batter
spider webs on the bowl.
A scoop into the pan.
Sizzle. Spread.
Wait for the air bubbles.
Flip of the pan.
Brown the other side.
Pancakes for my boys.
Keep them full.
Safe and warm.
My little brother won't be eating today.
Must feed my boys.
Keep tummies full
until after the funeral.
