- Carly Feinman
Day 15- 10.1.20
Breakfast on My Mind
The sun is an egg yolk,
cracked, runny, and dripping
from its neon shelf
in the sky.
From its clean, bird-like perch
above the haze, the sun
is busting out, boundless.
The light is so bright, in fact,
something about it feels raw,
as if it were rushed to the table,
served just a smidge
undercooked.