soft-boiled | Joshua Ip

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soft-boiled
Joshua Ip

i burn the toast while reading old love letters
but the eggs are fine. to be sixteen,
when someone squeezes juice for you, perfects a
runny egg for you, spreads margarine
on toast for your convenience, leaves time
to idly ooze your prose across a page.
my sixteen self sopped up the sweetest lines
and sent back stacks of syrup-sogged précis,
but i'm still reading this over my brunch.

between being and becoming, there's a place
familiar, a pleasure in the mush
between the firm and flowing - in the taste
of love soft-boiled, six minutes, surface-deep
in doneness, raw at heart, and young in heat.

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from Sonnets From the Singlish.