Stirred is on Tuesday 30th July, and we have three days to go. Three minute piece.
seamlessly, mist, beasts, burden, collusion.
I wake up it’s the end of the world
I boil an egg I do not break it
I boil it whole
it is a seamless being
inside this egg lives a beast called knowledge
it is an egg dweller.
This egg gets heavier and more solid the more I boil it.
Like an earthly, yolky burden.
It chortles in the misty bubbles and will
soon smell of salt as it collides with my stomach
It is a last act of love, I do not count
the ten desperate minutes of love making with you
Here is a link to Sara’s shared new blog where photos of the random things you see strewn on pavements are found and made into a weird kind of treasure. It seems appropriate for this end of the world thread to be seeing people’s lives scattered in lost arrangements over the city.