There's a Mystery Maker in the Kitchen
by Hezekiah Allen Taylor

For Melanie, that bitch

He's busy tasting all the eggs,
Licking their brown chicken shells
To discover where they belong:
Scrambled with butter,
In chocolate chip cookies - this one
Is perfection for egg flower soup.

He boils only one, filets
The white/yellow circumference,
Calls it Jim.

And then there's a dialogue; a true one, if lopsided.

And I really don't think he's crazy,
Which frightens me.

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