over easy


here, let’s talk about things

scrambled or sunny side up?
can you pretend to hear me

over the sound of cooking

the recipes you bought me

without receipts?
or would it be better for you

as you bake this new cake of life and frosting you paid for?
perhaps it would be better

if our eyes were closed

green and blue
it’s never over easy.

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About jswaingrass78

Father, hardcore worker for the underserved. Sometimes I write.
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