Aunt Fire

Aunt Fire

 

Mommy and I are burning,

nobody knows what its like for us:

 

for all of you the world

is like an egg,

for us it is like an inside out egg.

 

Your anger or grief resolves into a shell

around the shifting, ill-fitting yolk of the love in your soul.

For mommy and me, there is a hard-cored fire

pluming with a toxic yolk

that we insist you eat.

Eat it, it is our love, we say. It is our love, we say, eat it.

To turn down the yolk is to turn down the shell that produced it.

Swallow our shells.

 

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