
I crack and flow like
an undercooked egg, sticky
and ready to burn
I’ll whip you up and
Dress you up I’ll make you my
Paprika Devil
He said I should let
It get hot before I crack,
sizzle, and add cheese
Hardboiled like soft tits
Softening more with age, white
around pink nipples
Let me break your shell
easy, let me make you run
away, into me
I compared us to
A carton of eggs once. I
can’t remember why.
I should wash the pan
but I like resting in our
overexposed fire
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