what damn egg? do eggs
orbit in eggspace the
exemplar egg, birther
of all eggs, ur-egg,
the egg ate again
around the girth of
time. can one constrict
and slide up the neck,
is there actually a
neck. geller could
bend spoons, the first
gestation of their
lace. not grown over
like ivy but pieced
and spread, spread
like butter? i have
eggs with butter. they
do not touch but
cohabitate the plate
via bread across
forks in time
bent spoon in
porcelain horizon.
this body in my
breakfast-orbit
horizons track
my transit, no one
plans it! are we
in this together,
made alike, me and
those horizons?
can we damn well
swim and eat air?
what taste? i can't
see.
