Two Eggs
This one the color
of my shoulder in winter,
and this one, my shoulder in summer.
No seam no pock no
porthole, smooth as oil.
The surface curve:
just a tip and a buttock,
silent as a horn in the trunk,
how many times can we give
what’s formed inside us—
never? Always? Once?
JULIA SHIPLEY lives on a six-acre farm in Northern Vermont. Her chapbook Herd won the Sheltering Pines Press Award. Her series of vignettes, Coming into the Barn: Bales of Prose about a Small Dairy Farm received the Ralph Nading Hill Award. With a Creation Grant from the Vermont Arts Council she is completing a book of stories and essays about small-scale farming.
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