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I let the eggs get cold.

I let the eggs get cold in the pan.

As soon as they were ready,

I didn’t want them.

Practical and functional,

but not what I wanted.

I thought about the things I’d rather have instead

as I let the eggs sit unengaged.

But functional feels reliable.

So I made the toast and lit the gas,

and let practicality ascend into comfort.

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