Small screen bathed
______in green–the sun
in reverse. Hut

______hike. A man with swollen
hams turns to dark sky. Some eggs

grow inside me and I watch

a ball fall to earth. Oh love

story, saga of toil and

grunt, some masterpiece
of suspension. Make thunder

on TV. Make mittelschmerz

a new sport. I ache

to see some beast open
______his long hair

like a window. His face–

a million young eggs

prickle. Big game and
______ovum and after

it’s over my egg

grows wiser. Ready

to be erased, my author

of losses, my clean slate.

Nora Hickey