ova

for mom, recovering from Covid

revert to an egg-like state
i'm not ready, yet
and yet, this husky shell

with its one great wall

or an infinite number of walls

depending on how you consider a curve

wafer-thin and all encompassing

and yet, this hull in which i am the nut

is all i and my white glair know
for now, all albumen jelly and carrier proteins
wherein thought remains embryonic
patiently pursed
for the advent of my re-re-reconstruction
for the passage through the oviduct
careful journey to the outside sphere
to hatch like a sunrise
and spill my yolk into the world