scrambled egg

I ate scrambled egg
out of your letterbox
In the dream your house
was across the street
from mine

Mine had a leaking roof
a falling-down pergola
an overgrown garden
and a view of
your fence

While you were out
I sneaked across
to eat the scrambled egg

I needed
a better dream

First published in PPC Covid Drum 13, Perth Poetry Club, June 2020

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