september 18 2020
it feels like fall for the first time today i love being alone for the first time today
pop the tab on a coke from the freezer it’s freezing
the breeze is grazing my leg hair through the screen
and i forgot i’m making eggs in the frying pan
to put on seeded bread i put seeds in the eggs
i usually make two but i only need one
the bread in the oven is done
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Interesting poem. The repetition of sounds makes it fun to read.
I love the rushing blur of this poem, the eggs, seed, bread, one, done oven.