ABOUT THESE EGGSHELLS
POEM by Valley Hennell

These damn pesky eggshells sticking to my shoes
tracking up my floors with soggy browns and bitter blues

They're making me curmudgeonly and achingly verklempt
from morning tea to late night pee they keep me malcontent

Behold this weary bugaboo stuck to a nervous grin
stubborn sullen silence lurks where laughter has just been

Curdled by anxiety and cudded with defense
relentless as a joke that cracks the yolk of innocence

And lo behold my love curled kitty cozy in a ball
cuddling the hearth as if the eggs weren't broke at all

Scrambled, over easy, Benedict or Mexicana
hard boiled's surly brava don't mean zip against nirvana

Oh yes the grave is coming soon or later to our town
and when we are composted there will be no higher ground

So listen, friend, it seems this moment may be all we've got
before inevitability comes egging for our rot

So let's meet on the reef tonight beside our common sea
on sticky crackling shoes together let us shed our grief

Turn our eggshells into oysters much too hard to crack
grow pearls around our discontent before life throws us back

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