I know,
they’re not like mamaw used to make
or like mine, when I mixed
the requisite bacon grease
with the spirit of my ancestors, and
they’re not like the ones at that
new shiny food truck downtown
or thick-sliced restaurant ones
on the ‘whistle stop’ burgers
they’re just adequate, tangy,
with that sight crunch from
the cornmeal coating,
a throwback to days gone by
and all I know is that we,
and probably mamaw if she were here,
call it pretty tasty