so I’m sitting in front of an omelet
which is sitting in front of a man
whose got this scrambled fucking heart
and an over easy smile
“I haven’t healed yet”
he tells me
and i’m drenching my eggs
in hot sauce and thinking:
my god, has anyone?
i’m sure people have, you know
when shadows of nostalgia
are dropped suddenly, prematurely
intrusively
like a twenty dollar tab
we will split
down the middle.
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