Day 510, Memories of a working grill

Memories, of a poached egg on cheese on toast*

Blurred then enhanced unsharp mask memories, of the snacks we ate


Spattered images of the yolks we left behind

Compliments we gave to one another for the way we ate


Can it be there was only one egg left

Or was it saved for another time

If the chance arose to eat it all again, tell me, would we, could we**


Memories, may be sating now and yet

What's chewed but doesn't hit the spot we simply choose to reject

So it's the complementary flavours we remember

Whenever we remember the snacks we ate


The snacks we ate

* With bird's eye chillies and ketchup.
** Yes, yes, of course, as soon as the grill is fixed.



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