Plucking the egg from the gray carton, I hand it to my mom, who taps it Expertly on the table, deftly Parting the two jagged halves of the shell Into the awaiting pan. Ssss...it sizzles against the blue, flickering inferno, Golden liquid rapidly turning A solid white.
And then I steal an egg from the dull cardboard box, Its white, unblemished face Gazing innocently up at me. Gleefully, I raise him into the air -- And his golden innards spill Out over the carpeting, His mutilated body strewn Before me in pieces.
My mom hands me an egg Instructing me on the proper way To crack an egg -- And the world disappears around me, As I prepare for the sacred ritual: Leaving just me and the egg. Clumsily, I touch the egg to the Side of the pan, and it smashes, The watery mess dripping Over the counter, down the cabinets, Forming a puddle on the floor.
My mom hands me an egg Instructing me on the proper way To crack an egg -- And the world disappears around me, As I prepare for the sacred ritual: Leaving just me and the egg. Confidently, I tap the egg, and A spiderweb of lines appear on the egg's surface.
I clasp the egg, Remembering my mom's instructions -- And I tap the egg easily, Without even needing to tune out The patient stares aimed at the back of my head. Shoving both my thumbs into the chasm, I deftly deliver the golden treasure into The ebony-colored pan |