Standing on my tiptoes
on a wicker chair
with a whole hard-boiled egg stuffed
in one cheek
searching the medicine cabinet
over the drying rack
(where they kept the candy)
when our tabby cat flies by so
the chair wobbles
& there’s a sound that makes me think
of the owl in that Tootsie Pop commercial
(after the owl says three)
when I hit the kitchen floor
when the egg pops out my mouth
crimson rings trail
as it rolls along the linoleum
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