Egg
He constructed breakfast
on me -
as in a flick book,
a flutter through a globular eye
I watched
him octopus
through mouthfuls,
extracting organs
from clasped
purses of foetal fluid,
he spelt a name
across both torsos -
a plain three
letter score
masticated
on oval white tablets,
salient and silent
his eyes snapped
a metronomic
march across newsprint,
his elbow -
angling the fork
like a javelin
and falling
to prey.
