星期三總使我尤其想念那⼀⼤瓶渾圓嫩滑的
太陽蛋：
反地⼼吸⼒的頭⽑與呼呼抽油煙機聲。
睜開眼睛，⼜到朝早⼋半。
Those sunny-side up egg blooms
with shiny yellow yolk, tousled waves,
and range hood whirring.
When I open my eyes, it's 8:30 am again.