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For The Two Henrys…

The small blue eggs

sit

in the black wire basket

glow

like the white of an eye

behind

a mesh of black

lashes

surrounded by ordinary

brown.

 

Broken open

fat vermillion

yolks

a zillion times brighter

than other pasty

excuses

usually served up

as eggs.

 

Joe says

all the fat is in the

white.

I disagree.

We google it.

I’m right.

 

Tacey says

they are space eggs.

Inside each is a small alien

running

in slow motion,

tiny limbs curtailed

by gloopy glue of sticky

albumen.

 

We eat the space eggs

fried

with bacon and black pudding.

They are delicious.

Good looking,

tasty and nutritious…

Bloody amazing.

 

 

 

 

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