They lay around me,

All scattered on the kitchen floor,

Waiting to be swept away into the trash.

This metaphor for

The poetry of my life

Becomes so poignant

Every time I make an omlet.

I end up walking on eggshells.

Every day I breathe,

With every step I take.

I have been forever

Walking on eggshells.

04/19/2008

Posted on 04/20/2008
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