Three days went by while I coughed,
hard—clearing something unknown.
Then one morning an egg emerged
from my surprised mouth, open as
the point of an exclamation mark, the egg
hard and luminous as a dragon’s.
What will be birthed from this
inelegant pause in vocalization?
Three days went by, and I hardly
seemed to notice. Now—I wonder—will it be days,
weeks or infinity times infinity before this new being
is ready to emerge, mouse-like from
its impossibly smooth, calciferous
place of refuge?
September 5, 2008