Waiting- a poem by Rebecca Buchanan

Waiting

Waiting
in the rafters
for the egg to fall

I touch her face
she bites my hand
draws blood
in lead pencil
my smile
a long curved line
scratched into paper
hot jigsaw
into styrofoam
particles
flying
into my eyes
my nose
my ears

I take her hands
dip her fingers
into water
Holy water
kept for such occasions
as egg’s dropping
time stopping
blood blocking
shock shocking
tick-tocking
tick-tocking
tick-tocking
tick
tock
in
g.

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