Sunday, August 2, 2015


by Stefanie Bennett

You stride the flat of my hand
Egg of the world.
Painfully shy, you stretch out
Your two new legs
Always on sunset.

To tell the rest of it, how
You grow sky-high
And crow at length
Would take
The lifetime of listening.

Egg of the world, even this
They’ll say
Is a lie...

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