Poetry School Assignment

Birth of an egg

The shock of the yellow,

the tug of the chalazae unfurling

and dropping away from me like a stone,

under the pressure of uninvited breath.

 

A baptism in lutein-stained albumen

forecloses convention.

Candle me now and see only space;

My destiny has slipped beyond me.

 

Hollowed, I am free-range.

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