You Wake up to Live Your Parents’ Dream

by Dean Atta

I wake up craving
a masala omelette.
Egg, spice, death wheel.
We both know the ills
of meat, dairy, and eggs.
A woman on Twitter says
her job is to dye milk white
to hide pus and blood.

If food were free,
if we didn’t have to pay
for gas or electricity,
if we were in Cuba
and you could earn
more as a taxi driver
than as a doctor, which
would you choose?

© Dean Atta

With kind permission of the poet