shell we made a practice of saving the shells after the yolk made boredum in its stuck. thumbs for implements. nails to sunlight. here i come here i come. you ask me what it is what it is. heaven in the fracture. ostrich sharp i came down. bathtub for the blue bird. you never let me be fragile. i mistook eggs for bulbs. house reaked with dark. i blame the yellow & the absent infant. a cord could be pulled for the trap door or a mother. in the living room i plucked from my feet. you cut the eyelids off the house. dressed in nothing but deep. blood pact after blood pact as if they were going to fix the open. a scar the length of manhattan taking up space in my hard drive. if i could drive backwards i would find a way to return us to the dead grass & the don't worry. dead flowers by the stove. rustling not of leaves. egg forest always waiting behind another door. birds working like factory--no like soldiers. everything is battleship but especially escape. i make hatches & handles of my bones. you once sewed my likeness into the membrane. it looked nothing like me but what is an "i" from the other vantage but also the same "i" ? what will be left after the shells are tamed? made necklace or contraceptive? i wore a ring around my neck like a trophy case. you said it looked as if i were trying to make new friends. the yolk was beautiful though. thick & ready for density. ready to feed the non-existent chicken. my feathers are dew-damp & not drying. nail clippings in the mix. i'm not going to use the stilts when i stumble back. i'm going to eat well tonight.