Eggs scrambled creamed I wish you were ok

I maka yer eggs

They taste creamy before they are cooked, I add cream to da base.

The eggshells crackle, I love the way it crunches in between my fingers.

I take the too-white egg shells, I place dem

Over my eyes, I see you falling down every time you tell me we’re (not)falling apart.

I wanna smash them over my eyes,

Pour the creamy egg mixture in the butter hot pan.

Oh yeah. No butter. Start over.

New pan. Only oil.

No dance. I hear our song get jazzier as the eggs almost burn, you don’t like jazz. you’ll have it on for me.

Too fast, too heavy. The eggs are light, my eggs

Heavy.

Take them off da pan, flop down.

Lay down. are you ok? I ask.

“Yes,” you answer.

“These eggs taste great.”