My
Eggy
We used to write bastard on the boiled eggs
so we’d know
this year that’s the resolution that’s the change
here find the faces of the lost ones who the bastards are
that we’ve been writing up down two decades
how simple it was to just go you
that hard time
scratching on the shell grit
compacted deep within make us food come now with
softer days make
contact with the faces make
eradication wipe off words
to favour
eggless-ness
knowing what you know is
the furthest road to tread
hide your faces still
the deed itself be
sure
the thing it shows
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