Who Are You?
You’re probably wondering how I got into your head. I mean, this isn’t you talking, right? What a conundrum! Who am I? That’s for you to decide. I could be your best friend, your mother, even your 2nd grade teacher. You never were super fond of her. Ever since the class pet fell asleep one day then disappeared the next, you always thought something was fishy about her. Anyways, why am I here? Good question, see, you’re smarter than believing that liar. I’m here because you need me to be. You’re lonely, I get that. It’s your first night in the city and you’re alone in your empty apartment. No roommate yet because no one has replied to your post on the match.com-esque roommate finder that your cousin recommended. Maybe you made a typo and said that you want someone sonnet instead of someone honest. Everyone’s made that mistake, right? Common, just like you! Or maybe you forgot to post it altogether. Probably had it typed up and ready to go but don’t you know about the secret post-timer on the internet? Any time you have something typed up and forget to hit send or submit or post, it waits for approximately 23 minutes before it combusts and is never found again! Isn’t that how old you are? 23? Or was that the number of missed calls from your parents, wondering where you are at 3am in the morning when you told them you would start to look for an apartment in the morning after your roommate kicked you out? Well, what are you going to do now?
Egg
Jake
The sun rises.
You wake up and the smell of morning creeps up your nostrils.
Traipsing like a zombie to your pantry,
dreading the day ahead.
You open your fridge and the arctic air engulfs you.
Cracking the paradise in a shell onto the sizzling pan
never brought you so much joy.
It spreads across the pan as you ogle at the oval of optimal.
The sizzling butter comforts your ears.
As you take it from the pan,
you delicately place it on your plate,
careful not to disturb the blissful blob you have conjured
Behold your creation:
perfectly crisped and browned on the edges,
the heavenly whites so bubbly and soft.
You gaze at the yolk.
dark yellow, vibrant and rich, it entices you.
Cooked to perfection.
You notice a small shard of shell has sneaked into your egg,
it adds to its perfection.
You stare at the egg,
excited to dig in and ruin unparalleled supremacy.