Thursday, January 28, 2016

Broken Egg

you open all the drawers in an unfamiliar house
offered to make eggs, given no utensils
sloppily, you mean well
the kind of person who cleans up their messes
the kind of person who makes breakfast

you drink water while I drink coffee and water
you wait to start eating until I do
I found it endearing somehow that you made yourself two tortillas, on the open flame
you ask about sex and I do not respond
you ride your bike home just a few blocks
and I stare at myself in the mirror for a very long time 

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