Photo A.M. Moscoso
I have cracked open a lot of eggs in my time but I have never cracked one open and had two yolks plop out.
I know that there are lots of stories about double yolkers that involve death, fertility and big hens but that aside it is pretty cool to have something out of the ordinary turn up in your kitchen while you’re waiting for you toast to pop up.
Settled for
second best, third and last
a few words
an epitaph
to a dead woman
who was never alive.
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Gliding not soaring
How far, how long will you travel?
Open sky, empty grave
Streets named for dogs and flowers and lost lovers
Twilight eternal will you find the land of fallen stars?
Tongues in torment
brain cells starving in darkness
vacant eyes
and necks bent in permanent subjugation to the Gods who dwell in the hills of Bellevue and are housed in finery by Lake Union.
The human body
a vessel for technology to travel by
an over designed mode of transportation for a bit of light and sound trapped in plastic.
206 bones, six liters of blood, six million years of evolution
all promised to next years model
a phone in a case bedazzled and cared for
slimmer, faster and more desirable
then we will ever be
to each other.