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
.
Apr 10, 2010
Apr 10, 2010 at 9:02 AM UTC
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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