Eggs scrambled creamed I wish you were ok
Listen to it get jazzier when you keep fallin’ down
I maka yer eggs
They taste creamy before they are cooked, I add cream to da base.
The eggshells crackle, I love the way it crunches in between my fingers.
I take the too-white egg shells, I place dem
Over my eyes, I see you falling down every time you tell me we’re (not)falling apart.
I wanna smash them over my eyes,
Pour the creamy egg mixture in the butter hot pan.
Oh yeah. No butter. Start over.
New pan. Only oil.
No dance. I hear our song get jazzier as the eggs almost burn, you don’t like jazz. you’ll have it on for me.
Too fast, too heavy. The eggs are light, my eggs
Heavy.
Take them off da pan, flop down.
Lay down. are you ok? I ask.
“Yes,” you answer.
“These eggs taste great.”
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos,
I am Bexley by Resurgence Novels
The Half Paper Moon on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella The Job and Atonement will be published this year by JMS Books
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