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i make eggs, scrambled, and i watch their yolky-ness
like i'd watch a toddler in Las Vegas

"hey no! don't go in there!"

sometimes:

1. the suns burn
2. their white hems curl in and burn
   
3. i find a shell
   
4. the pan gets too hot
5. cheese is added

i serve them hot, around candles in dixie
cups, one of them may have been lit,
box of matches, reads: Texas Style Fun! Live
Country Music and Dancing Nightly Mesquite-
Broiled Steak and Ribs (and at the bottom,
positioned square below a graphic of a
cowboy riding home) Trail Dust Steak House

the eggs are done. what have we learned?
i forgot my book today.
i forgot my pen today.
i read too through chapter 7.43, not 8
i was thinking of other things.
my head was in the clouds.