February 24, 2009

Today I stepped out
of the warm hatchery
of my bed and walked
barefoot to the kitchen.
As I broke two eggs
and watched them
skin the sides of my
non-stick pan I
reached my left hand
around to scratch my
right shoulder. Impressed
with my flexibility
I spent the rest of the
morning attempting
to lodge my right ankle
behind my neck.

The eggs burned.

I had toast instead.