Huevos Rancheros
That Sun day
You crack the egg onto the frying pan
You watch it bubble and sizzle
You grab the fried tortilla and slides the egg on top
You begin to yell back and forth
You can’t see that your children are on the couch looking
At him getting more aggressive
You grab the chile out from the fridge
Slathering it onto the egg and tortilla
You make more tortillas
You scream “Quitate de mi casa”
And you can’t remember anything after that
All you heard was the cracking of an egg
Your jaw unhinges
You watch your daughters and son cry around you
You see him walking out of the small apartment building
Massaging his knuckle