“I was rubbing the pieces of bacon like they were strands of a lover’s hair. Of course they weren’t, because all my exes had hair like scrambled eggs.”
“Look. Survey. Inspect. My hair is ruined! I look like a pan of bacon and eggs!”
“She had lips like two wavy slices of crisp bacon, and her kisses felt like gravy on my scrambled eggs tongue. We made love like we made breakfast—and then we made brunch like rabbits.”
“A hot wind was blowing around my head, the strands of my hair lifting and swirling in it, like ink spilled in water.”
“My hair looks like it had been purchased at a rummage sale after all the real hair was gone.”
“Like eggs, I’m scrambling to get ahead in this economic depression.”