like eggs benedict, a poached egg wobbly as it sits. Covered in hollandaise sauce, spooling on his plate. Spilling over the sides as he ate! Runny as his nose the snowy winter he ran
a fever and had a cold. There was a big tear in her, running like crimson sheer pantyhose, from her crotch down to her toes. Runny as the Colorado river. Against the pines
and mountains she's a sliver. Runny as her hazel eyes. As the tear ducts fill she cries. It drips like dew drops pearling on her lips. Runny as drains collecting
all the rain beating down from the sky. Like the juices in mom's baked apple pie. After all, she was his honey. But amber sweetness heated under the fire is hot and runny.