Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

Ate A Boiled Egg Today…

A Cannibal Murdered Breakfast

A boiled egg i carefully peeled this morning,
flesh wasn’t easy to fully preserve,
looked as if it had a face —
two eyes, perfectly placed,
but one yellow, the other a blind crater
and shocked, sinkhole mouth,
hung open below in naked,
Humpty Dumpty form.
Hard yoke exposed a cork,
frozen expression, knowing
my mission, as the shaker
lightly salted open wounds
on the oval surface —
a front row to an unhinged, toothy craw,
before black, when I went
Dahmer on it.


4.12.23