shuttling between bowls, separating whites from
gleaming oval yolks; shells serve as vessels
to divide up contents: fair and square
my mind wanders in the middle of a mindless
act of separation, around boxes
filled to be emptied into a new home: the intention
to make it all feel familiar
as if two halves could be made whole again
firm, but fragile yolks pass between my hands
still seeking to govern movements,
minimize loss
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