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
Thank you. I like it too. I am amazed a liitle girl could write something like this. I don't have the talent as her.