egg you are shot through with veins like a mother’s swollen teat

egg you are with feathered with mucus, like snot in a shell

egg you are a sparkling white albumen and a pallid, jaundiced yolk

whisked with cream and pepper you become a truffled cloud of disappointment

egg you are shit out, sat on, hatched or caught

will you be a mothers world or enrobed in cheap mayonnaise

perhaps paprika’d or sprinkled with the heady petrichor of cumin

egg you have tissue thin membrane just under the shell

if i peel you just right after a bath of boiling brine

and a swift rinse in the taps ice cold expulsion

i can stitch a sheet out of this trembling crepe

if i hold it to the light i can see dreams beyond

figures now sport a hungover haze, ghosts in heaven

egg i will crack you with the palm of my hand

let life dribble through my fingers

to feel in control once again