10 line poetry

Over Easy

I never knew about
red wine, foreign films, the Peace Corps, or over-easy.
Growing up, our eggs were always sunny-side up, the
yellows and whites too wet for my liking.

My house was filled with the aroma of American cheese,
Old Style, the Mid-West, and big love.
I realize now, it was also the scent of fear.
And it's been passed down like a treasured
heirloom. It's time to break tradition - move
to my edges.

I'll take mine over-medium, please.