eggs
when breaking an egg
the shell fractures in my hand
scattering brown flints into the yolk
I chase them round the bowl with a teaspoon
scooping out the debris
I usually miss a bit
fragile & strong
eggs are clever beasts
when we were children
you cooked us chucky eggs
couldn’t stomach them yourself
yet you lovingly cut fingers of white bread
thickly buttered soldiers
to dip in the soft yellow
& push forcefully into the runny yolk
until it rose up over the lip
& dribbled away
childhood fragments
leaving sticky mess
when I look in the mirror
I see your face
me become you become me
splinters of maternal love jagged beneath my skin
the comfort & fear of inevitability
the future foreshadowed
no more eggs for me
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