To a Dropped Egg, Alice Duggan

To a Dropped Egg

Alice Duggan

O break, O crack, O clear mucus of white, O rising rounded promise of yolk. Sing, all ye oily lipids, sing. Sing of protein, bring on your luscious fat.

In the wide world of mammals, you’re more than a token. Sing over easy, sing angel food cake. Hum while you’re whole.

Why stop when you’re broken?

ALICE DUGGAN’s poetry has appeared in Tar River Poetry, Alaska Quarterly Review, Poetry East, and elsewhere; also, in a chapbook, A Brittle Thing, and an anthology, Home, from Holy Cow! Press. She’s interested in dailiness, iplain speech, the timbre of voices, and telling stories. Of her winning poem, “To a Dropped Egg,” Duggan says, “A good egg is a thing to celebrate, even if it’s on the floor.”