They Will Sew the Blue Sail

Egg Skirt Sky | Rebecca Farivar

After years of mild illness

I found the cause:

A hag on my chest.

This is good. I can keep

eating eggs. My legs

will become spheres.

I’ll keep them tucked

in bed. Vanity must

have pushed the first man

into a cave. Some point later

he looked at the opening

and said mouth.