September 29, 2014

“The man throws an old egg at my face. His aim is terrible. The egg sails past my face and breaks against the wall behind me. Long streams of white strings dribble down the wall to the floor. The yolk is a rotten yellow splotch. The man screams, Now you have an egg! I watch him for a long time. Tucked deep inside my body, my own egg rattle. There are more eggs than I’ll ever use in a lifetime. And now I have one more.”

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