I have eaten
the egg
that was on
the counter
and which
you were probably
saving
for lunch
Forgive me
it was delicious
so fresh
and so delicate
True story. The egg I had hoped to boil and add to my salad was stolen by a thief, so sweet and so bold.
A play poem—and a pastiche, of course, of this well-known and well-loved poem by William Carlos Williams.
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