Written by: Nola Perez

There are only guys  
to my surprise.  I, 
the token woman, up early 
A.M. to the company of men,
breakfasting in the fast track
restaurant of choice-- me
and a million hamburgers
served, it's said.  Two men
read scripture in tandem: 
neither one the boss, occasionally 
marking a passage with a pen
after a sip of coffee and a bite
of sausage, hot pancakes, 
maybe.  Wonder if they knew
520 calories on the menu,
300 on mine, coffee negligible, 
so am I eligible for extra  
blessing? The java's good, and 
not to be rude, I memorize  
nothing but an Egg