I take out the half cup of leftover rice from 2 days ago
Clumped up in a plastic container that I want to throw away
And replace with glass containers but I’ve been
Researching the internet of which ones to get
And still undecided
Half a red onion, half serrano pepper, a quarter of red bell pepper
All chopped up and thrown one by one into a heavy cast iron skillet
Followed by some salt, and leftover rice
Two beaten eggs go in as well, rapidly scrambling with the rest
The smell is familiar, and the body wants to cry
I cry, and in the middle of it
Asking myself what are these tears telling me?
I miss home, and my mother who I’m angry with
And my dad but there are no strong feelings there
I should write this all down, I tell myself