Rendezvous

Marianne said pointing to the moon “The sun doesn’t smile brightly” “grimacing” “depressed” rolled up curtains mother’s gaze looking down at her daughter beckoning in front of a window with 16 small windows the footprints of the night were drawing a map of love she walks over it. Morning, early morning, hungry morning putting cheap bread in the toaster going back and forth forgot as the house filled with smoke and smell the bell rang opened the windows, ventilated I sat down on the dining table chair my eyes caught the machine burnt bread let’s pressed the button was broken bread popping out Shouted, “It is love.” Two eggs were removed from the refrigerator and dropped into a heated frying pan even though, already dead, writhed with heat I was startled when that voice popped up reached my arm skin they become one to make a heart and I ate fried egg with a glass of grape juice.