Omelette

to
make
omelettes
I break eggs
still broody hen warm
projectile-shaped they were pain-free
fixed to the shell Henrietta's russet red feather
I use it to tickle my nose
my fingers sticky
yellow-yoked
thank you
sweet
hen

wet-
eyed
I slice
red onions
writing this poem
which I sprinkle with cinnamon
a libidinous condiment from ancient Egypt
ground sticks from a phoenix bird's nest
I'm writing it here
to bring you
breakfast
in
bed