Opal McCarthy

That I Was an Egg Inside My Mother

That I was an egg inside my mother inside Lillian                        That she is an egg inside an egg inside me              What am I

I Sucked the Marrow

              I sucked the marrow from the bomb it tasted so right like GMO corn it made me weep how full it was I knew better than to fall in love with any piece

I am cleaning off my girl

I am cleaning off my girl I long to salvage what’s live in her I wipe kohl gunk from the slits of her eyes I pat at her glittery pout with a towel My girl scowls at me and cries and