I don’t know why the man in this café with an armload of children
thinks it’s okay to shovel plate-sized pancakes into his paunch
with such abandon,
but he does, even when his wife, who looks shapely and blonde again,
having lost most of the weight from her last pregnancy, lifts each bite
of egg white to her lips with a pair of tweezers,
and this being a decent family restaurant,
and this being a Sunday of all days,
you’d think the man might become suddenly conscious
of his behavior, feel shameful and sulk back into the booth
like a once proud syrup stain.
Photo By: Víctor Nuño
