Rose is Regina when she is born in
Budapest and before one war and another
she is two or three years old
she looks out the second-floor window
her wealthy downstairs neighbor’s breakfast
alfresco the wealthy girl her opulent soft-
boiled egg
spills its solid gold yolk it’s sunlight
the porcelain cup puts it back together raises it to its spot in the
sky Regina is so small
she is hungry and she is jealous
