Egg

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.