| Dreaming of eggs
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In January I dreamed
of you, Kay Sage
and slept arms full
carrying eggs into my dreams
Now, as autumn I am alone
searching for words and dreaming
eggs again as they spill
vertebrae by vertebrae
white falling fragile split
into pieces
shards
shattering life around my feet
Waist high in fragility I stand
in a white room
in a windowless bending called my breath
my intent becoming arms
scooping slivers slowly, carefully,
in the pulse of I love you’s
off the floor
putting them back together assemblage becomes
reading
and one by one I hear
a vertebrae
an egg
a thin-shelled fragile song
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