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Sc-RAMBLE-d eggs (an abecedarian)

Eggs are good with toast and butter, but the

beep of your microwave might take you out of your

serious, tedious, “over-coffee” thoughts.

 

Democracy, decisions, discretion and depression,

eerie thoughts scramble your tiny little head,

effortlessly. Banish them. Don’t worry you, you, you…

 

*Jeez, what would I even call you, myself. It’s like I need

a change to figure out something so set in stone.

i need to be somewhere else, this house is to

 

Jagged and rough for me to pretend to like anymore.

cayman islands sounds good but—

elegance should come easy in my own home.*

 

Emily.

ended bad, remember?

oh, wow, real bad. Don’t think about her,

 

*Peaceful as she was, there are probably

cuter out there.*

are you sure?

 

Establish some confidence in your

tea. *She said she didn’t like my taste in tea. What did

you do for me, Emily?! Nothing!*

 

*V. Emily V…. what was her last name?

double-yous, two of you… would be unbearable. You were

excellent at everything terrible, you know that.

 

Why oh why, coffee and eggs? You always make me think. Get married in a ga-

zeebo? No chance in hell.*

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