Musings by The Poet Loriet
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I thought of our marriage today
as I was cooking eggs.
We had the wrong ingredients
thrown in the mix,
and it's never
overeasy.
My outer shell fell into you.
I became slippery.
Nobody could grasp me
to pull me back out.
You ran all over me,
and I never did like runny eggs,
but hard-boiled
don't spell love for me either.
Make them soft and mushy,
butter-me-up creamy,
but with enough substance
to scramble our lives together.
I want them steamy hot
with protein-laden structure,
light and fluffy and
full of good yolks
to bring out my sunny side.
I guess I should've known
the first time you stayed overnight
and cooked my eggs wrong,
that our marriage would never last.
Lori Beal
as I was cooking eggs.
We had the wrong ingredients
thrown in the mix,
and it's never
overeasy.
My outer shell fell into you.
I became slippery.
Nobody could grasp me
to pull me back out.
You ran all over me,
and I never did like runny eggs,
but hard-boiled
don't spell love for me either.
Make them soft and mushy,
butter-me-up creamy,
but with enough substance
to scramble our lives together.
I want them steamy hot
with protein-laden structure,
light and fluffy and
full of good yolks
to bring out my sunny side.
I guess I should've known
the first time you stayed overnight
and cooked my eggs wrong,
that our marriage would never last.
Lori Beal
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