EGGS

PART OF WHERE THE POEM CAME FROM
Emotions: implicated, askew

​EGGS
 
If you had kept me in the loop
I would never have had to say
 
out loud how               this moment
broke us open
 
the sound of a male cardinal
in the yard. The muffled ring of
the telephone
                                    in the other room.
 
Our dog scratching at every closed
                        door
 
in the hopes that something
would give way           and crack
 
like the eggs our chickens
brood on and warm
 
like the time                you cried
a rutted thing that
did not know how       to mend
 
I tried to tell you the difference
between ‘loot’ and
                        ‘loop’
 
and the feedback wasn’t
good. I snapped          a synapse
with a sound, mislaid your
 
heart in            my palm
 
we warm our bodies on top
of the chicken coop now
 
all cooped up
 
laid bare in the            feedback
loop, we get the message
 
the world might
need to                        heal
a while