83. EGG

Weeks drift by. I go to work at UNO, teach Administrative Writing—
Myrtle jill-of-all-trades at a one-horse France St. coffee roaster.

Mermaid is her boss’s name! The ET goes on doing what we’d gotten
used to ET doing—flitter, flutter, floater, flirter, fluffer, flicker

  and the like. Yes egg. Missed period, pee-on-a-stick, the usual. Our
pill and condom failed at once. Did human-error lapse or slip-up in

  the prophylaxis partly set the table? Will an answer to that question
make a difference in the outcome? No. No fingers pointed—not at me,

  Yaz, Myrtle or Kimono. Second-guess her First Response? Of course.
Clearblue confirms it though, as I look on. Corroborating witness.

full poem so far: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1r0BYA1wN41IjO22zBcwUxKwJkvoD594FarIzMcYaUsI/edit?usp=sharing