Sweat
runs rivers down
the planes of my face
drip dropping
to the asphalt
and sizzling there;
I wonder if it's true
that I could fry an egg
on the tarry New York sidewalk
melting under my feet
I think I'd like to try
I think I'd also prefer to be that egg
in the cool air of aisle 9
where someone will pick it up
and take it home
and make pancakes
laughing
with the person they love
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
Sweat
runs rivers down
the planes of my face
drip dropping
to the asphalt
and sizzling there;
I wonder if it's true
that I could fry an egg
on the tarry New York sidewalk
melting under my feet
I think I'd like to try
I think I'd also prefer to be that egg
in the cool air of aisle 9
where someone will pick it up
and take it home
and make pancakes
laughing
with the person they love
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