Vanitas Ovum

By Heather Leigh Miles

today I am an eggshell
glued to the cutting board where I sit
yesterday I was almost an omelette
fine herbs, souffled and fit
for royalty
or for come and get
but what before seemed heaven-sent
is currency already spent
a mess the housekeeper resents
albumin fixed, sulfuric hints
it’s alchemy, ladies and gents!
yesterday I was a prince
but today
I am an eggshell