Like Splitting Egg Whites

In my moment of confession before I fell unconscious
I see it, lit warmly in my mind
Your finger, your single index finger, I touch it
Holding it as gently as a baby bird, I kiss the fingernail
Am I pretending?
“Two things can be true”

I’m cracking the egg
I’m passing the yolk gingerly from one half-shell to the other
Splitting the egg whites


                   
                                                   E. Falter  3/29/25