crack the eggs over medium-low heat

splash of heavy cream                          no salt

on & off heat every 30 seconds

I say Sarah do you want avocado?

Yes baby, and coffee

roast cherry tomatoes on the vine

& a thick cut of dark rye

still scrambling the eggs                       still no salt

butter the bread

we lounge half-naked on my couch

every Saturday

the same eggs

the same coffee

quiet until noon

I carry breakfast out

bite her neck                                       now add the salt

  • It doesn't really matter when you add the salt to scrambled eggs.
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