Soft Boiled
by Patty Mooney


Waiting for the eggs to boil
I see her in the pot lid
brow furrowed,
chin doubled,
lips pursed.
That cannot be me, face
a bulge in the silver gleam,
watching, waiting.
She is no Playboy's pet.
She has passed the point
of giving a damn.
Three minutes start now.






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