water sounds

a water main ruptured
in the adjacent alley
a few late nights ago
and i sat listening
to the river rushing by
at the sound of thousands
of gallons of water, wasted

my mother woke the next
morning to the same roar
but heard potential in the
furious flow of that false
stream and gathered some
of the gutter-bound liquid
in buckets for her plants

tater tots

I am home after a day of work

my mother has been waiting for me

she has been watching Chopped

I can tell because there is

a covered plate on the table

a knowing smile on her lips

and a manic gleam in her eyes

she unveils her culinary masterpiece

cubes fried to a light golden brown

I lift one to my nose inhaling

the aroma of potato and bacon and oil

I toss it into my mouth

laughing as she smiles

I bite through the soft potato

crunch through crispy bacon

as I chew the texture changes

the mouthfeel becomes

something less hard than bacon

something less soft than potato

the taste becomes nutty

my laughter is gone

her smile has become a grin

the curve ball ingredient: sliced almonds