What makes it that perfect egg, laying there simply, narrow-turned nose to broad-bend bottom ?
What is it about this teardrop of smooth, its quickening shell, not easily cracked or taking to a coating dye — the slippery dips in mocking pink, acid-tongued blue, and an indigestible pea green ?
I can't begin to unlock that knowing, and I'm not going to swallow it hardboiled .
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