Stephen J. Williams

Tag: poetry

  • Egg

    Something about them
    is difficult to touch
    with their bloody insides
    awesome and fragile

    treat lovers delicately

    their skin is strong
    but thin
    as they move from room to room
    with their soft soft edges
    like shadows
    and internal affairs of eggs

    that at the slightest jolt
    display their dark insides
    rich with confusion