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  • By Ryan Oliveira

eggs benediction


crack.

One egg dredged into the pan,

A drip of you, olive and oil,

Singed into my skin.

I could let this unborn child Fry into a dusted disappointment

But I won’t. I know you like it.

over easy.

Scuff a little off the bottom,

Careful not to break the yolk

and bleed it burning yellow.

It would be an omelette. A failed attempt at letting you

Love me after I’ve drunk you.

flip.

Not today. We don’t break. We don’t bleed or say anything.

We only bake, sunglazed,

Your buns ‘cross my muffin tops,

Your kisses like syrup spun, Silking down my neck as I egg you on

toast.


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Ryan Oliveira

Ideas.  I'm full of them.

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