Mystery Maker in the Kitchen
by Hezekiah Allen
For Melanie, that bitch
He's busy tasting all the eggs,
Licking their brown chicken shells
To discover where they belong:
Scrambled with butter,
In chocolate chip cookies - this one
Is perfection for egg flower soup.
He boils only one, filets
The white/yellow circumference,
Calls it Jim.
And then there's a dialogue; a true one, if lopsided.
And I really don't think he's crazy,
Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version -- Inspiration
Which frightens me.
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