Two Yolks

By Ava Gomez

I cracked an egg this morning with two yolks,

like two bright suns beaming up at me.

They say it’s an omen of good luck

so I ate them right up on a toasted bagel,

these fortune’s twins born in my skillet

and I glowed right down to my fingertips.

Their yellow gooeyness exploded in my soul

and burst out in warm rays that shone

through the gaps of a wide-toothed smile.

All-day their warmth buzzed in me.

I didn’t hate and I didn’t cry and I didn’t spit.

Cold hard edges never thought to pierce my skin.

I wondered if an egg had the power

to mend all the cracks in my heart,

Or was this unknown feeling of joy

buried deep down inside all along?

But I didn’t want to think about all that

so when I went to bed I just prayed and hoped

that tomorrow my egg would have three yolks.

Photo by Mali Delargy