I was throwing raw eggs in the hallway,
shell on the ground,
yolk in the drywall,
when you evolved
into a bland
sun bleached towel
cut from terry cloth
and washed ten times,
worn on both sides, still
you dried me
threadbare and fraying
to the sound of eggs,
wipe up the mess,
never complain.
oops, I never go to bed at a decent hour
