The Egg Man by Linda Imbler

The Egg Man
The Egg Man

The Egg Man

 

The timing was just right
I thought.
A Sunday afternoon,
Sensuality reaching the boiling point.
A face exuding sweat
Soon discovered as tears.
I was his first,
since her,
and it felt to him
like betrayal.
I watched the Egg Man
crack and spill
over my sheets.

©Linda Imbler 2017

Bio:

Linda Imbler is the author of the published poetry collection “Big Questions, Little Sleep.” She has had her work published in numerous journals. Linda has poems forthcoming at Halcyon Days, The Beautiful Space and Bindweed. She can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com. This writer, yoga practitioner, and classical guitar player lives in Wichita, Kansas.

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