this morning #53.

this morning, she cracked a half-dozen eggs into a bowl & fucked those bright orange farmers’ market embryos up right good with a fork. as the twins rustled around upstairs. it was obvious that they weren’t going to cooperate at all this morning. she was the law though & with great power comes great responsibility, so she screamed their matching names repeatedly until they came bounding down the stairs. if she had to choose between the two of them, she’d pick the girl in a heartbeat. the boy was such a whiner & that was what he was doing right now. for fun, his sister had taken his usual seat. now it was mom’s job to soothe his tiny, tortured soul. she wanted to tell him that this was minor compared to what was to come. she kept it to herself.