like eggshells
how they crack apart
except in here
over and over
like a blink, the white light walls
split into a slide show:
remember, lil sis,
using egg whites
to glaze the raw
sugar cookie Christmas dough…
blink.
remember our lil hands
tearing bread to top
“the egg dish” that
delicious Christmas morning food…
blink
the white light walls
frame a white utility van
at the tunnel’s end,
its tailights steady — oh
i think i’m moving
but it never gets any closer.
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dig it.
thanks my man!