Little Sister

My little sister loved eggs.

Every time we went over to Aunt Mary’s house,

With her coops of cocks and chickens,

She had to see some freshly laid

Eggs.

And although everyone warned her that

The white and yellow would drip all down her legs

Wettening all of her crevices and bends,

She still was surprised

When the yolk

Bled

Out.

 

But sometimes, I like to think

That those white shells

Remain whole

Somewhere

  

This poem is about: 
Me

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