runs over a bed of home fries, I see an overturned nest
from my childhood—shattered shells, partially formed birds
encased in slime over freshly cut grass.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Just Coffee Please
As you poke at the yolk of a sunny-side up egg, yellow
runs over a bed of home fries, I see an overturned nest
from my childhood—shattered shells, partially formed birds
encased in slime over freshly cut grass.
runs over a bed of home fries, I see an overturned nest
from my childhood—shattered shells, partially formed birds
encased in slime over freshly cut grass.
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Yolk of childhood poked like a sunnyside-up egg
ReplyDeleterunning over a nest of shattered grass, freshly cut shells over a bed of slime, partially formed memories.
I rather like the original version.
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