Milk and Eggs

It was a rush of blood,

a clashing of sound


To think one glance

could throw me upside down


The buzz was a thrill,

I couldn’t resist

the liquid crystal now in my fist


The screen reads “Mom”

what does she want?

it’s far more important

than a brush with the front


...of a car.

the car that snapped my neck

was it worth my life?

was “milk and eggs”

worth that wreck?




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