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  • Writer's pictureandrew jeter

How to Cook One

(from the NaPoWriMo prompt: write a “concrete” poem – a poem in which the lines and words are organized to take a shape that reflects in some way the theme of the poem.)[I have no idea how to make this work without doing it by hand on paper, so I include the photo of the poem in its "concrete" form. Forgive my lack of artistic prowess.]

I knew how to make

an egg edible

before I met you

but I didn’t know

how to cook one.

You made me want

to know how to poach

and fry and scramble

and bake.

An egg is the beginning

and breaks without care,

will overcook as you dawdle

or philander with the toast

or fast-breaking sausages.

They are in my cakes now, and

my meatloaf you love,

and in the herbed butter-cover of my

baked shrimp scampi,

and my blueberry frozen custard

we crave on summer nights.

You want two with runny yolks

on top of ramen with only

a little bit of broth and one

cut-up green onion.

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