Ode to a hard boiled egg


Tonight smells like failure
This egg of myself has not
Succeeded in any
Solid way
And still I open myself like
A burnt boiled egg
My shell half peeled away
Soft white flesh
Stained brown with
Neglect I hear the call
Of something better but
All I can see is this mess
In the pan… I turn off
The flame and limp
Back away from the stove
Afraid to admit I’m cracked.

3 thoughts on “Ode to a hard boiled egg

  1. Your “egg of myself has not/Succeeded in any/Solid way,” yet how can what’s not solid be cracked, eh?
    (Do you contradict yourself? Very well then, you contradict yourself. You contain multitudes…)


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