Scraped the last $8.48
from the glass jar.
Your day’s worth of tips

at the nail salon. Enough
for one hit. Enough
to be good

till noon but
these hands already
blurring. The money a weird

hummingbird caught
in my fingers. I take out
the carton of eggs. Crack

four yolks into a sky
-blue bowl, spoon
the shells. Scallions hiss

in oil. A flick
of fish sauce, garlic crushed
the way you

taught me. The pan bubbling
into a small possible
sun. I am

Homepage image courtesy of Sam Dan Truong