Egg Bread

This is a poem for another assignment "Thinking and Feeling with more weight on the thinking"...I used a past relationship for inspiration in making it more cerebral.


My roommate talks in ratios
Bread to Egg, Egg to Bread
"It is not bread if the egg engulfs it,"
But the bread cannot engulf the egg.
She says that when there is an egg on bread,
the bread can never be bread again,
it becomes the egg.
When I was once a piece of bread,
laying under you, the egg -
I knew with all of my inner soft self
that my hard burnt crust could not keep you from
trying to make you become me.
And as you looked down on me, selfish lovely egg,
you broke open, and I had to be subject to it all.
This is not the perfect ratio, it is yellow not golden.
There was no codependency in our relationship.
I idolized you, still admire you.
But needed you to think of me as a need.
You didn't need me to be by yourself,
I did not need you to remain.