Trojan Rhymes: Over, Easy

Over, Easy

By Ashley Geditz


I, an able heart, the whole time

could have stood, gotten to my feet—

and walked away.


You never wrote a line for me

Just spilled your ink haphazardly,

And I rushed to fill the pages

To sculpt out our own melody,

leave this underside of silence

but you just etched out your image,

only in love with a vision.


We were done before I knew it

Just like two eggs in the morning—

Over, easy


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