what part of me is this that i can't hold in
my soul muscles suddenly gone slack from not doing enough sit-ups
which came first, the empty egg
or that which ate it
ate it until it realized that it had eaten itself out of house and
home
the home it thought it could go back to
when it was over
but it wasn't over yet, was it
because i never said
i never told
i never
let you know what i told everyone else
trying to get it out, out, out
this is my home, not yours
you cannot have it
but even a
thing
wants a warm house
and i am warm, oh, i am
i am burning hot
i am a fire you can warm yourself at
if you'd ever notice
notice
before i burn up
before i burn the egg
and leave only a shell
through which you can hear the ocean.
