Herbie Mann Comin' Home

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Humpty Dumpty



Opening the silent refrigerator, I pluck-up from its door-coddle an egg only the top half of which yields to my fingers.

Its interior is black, not yellow-clear, and its smell screams more loudly than the sound of my retch.

Thick cloth across the nose and mouth.  Handling a mass grave.


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