he considered on paper while
riding into work on the bus
it occurred to him
as he showered
after breakfasting
on three raw eggs he cracked directly into his mouth as he stood at the
kitchen sink looking out entertaining his backyard and garden and coop
a consideration of fried or scrambled
eggs
how they ever got there
fried
their structure fixedset once and for all hopelessly
non-ever to be a chicken
scrambled
their parts batteredbeaten
shiftedround folded into one another
sheared transfixed obliterated
a
whole something else unable to be concerned with the hopelessness of never being a chicken
he watched the lather from washing
his hair sluice turnlazy down the drain
it hadnt been the eggs awareness that
appealed to him
rather
their attractive elastic fluidity
their tasty aspect the feel in his mouth their slippingrelenting as he sucked chewed and swallowed
7AMish, day-between-2-Ts, 31 3.
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0847, Sunday,
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