Adam G. Chambers
A Conversation
my son wanted to make eggs
this morning for the first time
he cracked them
dropped their wetness into the pan
as they whitened
he flattened them with the spatula saying this is how
they will taste better
we ate hardened flattened eggs together
he told me i don’t need him anymore
the water ran down the sink where it dripped
into a wash basin
there is a leak there that has never been fixed
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