Scrambled Eggs

The whole thing this time. Written over dinner. Go figure.

I stare at my plate

of scrambled eggs and toast,

wondering if my would-be kids

will one day think my scrambled eggs

are the best.

I certainly thought my g'ma's

'eggy-poo sandwiches' were:

two scrambled eggs, squished

between toasted wheat bread

and lathered in mayo.

I think of a best friend

on the westside of LA

for whom I make the best

scrambled eggs whenever

she is sick or under the weather;

I miss her tonight in my flat,

alone with my eggs and toast.