My morning
eggs looking like eyes
two, tempting the chili
burning in my mouth
to play with it,
keeping my varied tastes
apart, letting them
distinguish between the good
and the evil of their company
knowing that in the end
they will devour each other,
such is life, regardless if those eggs,
two, winked or blinked,
or, winced
as the chili burned my eyes
and the egg yolk ran down
my freshly pressed orange juice