I cracked an egg on the counter 

My countenance floundered 

She must have seen it 

I went to chuck the shell pieces but she said, “Leave it”

I was confounded 

The sound of the hardboiled egg crackin’ resounded 

She scooped up all the fragmented shell pieces 

Sprinkled a few on the kitchen floor 

Put a few in her mouth 

She swallowed as I spat some out 

I walked around as she stepped on them

Her husband came in through the kitchen’s door 

She told me they’d been married 60 years 

Said, “These eggshells are just like our fears”

Her husband stepped all over the ones on the floor as well

There was a crackling and crunching louder than a bell 

The old man kissed his wife on the lips 

She told him, “I don’t like that shirt even though it was a gift”
When he returned he had on a different shirt 

I watched that old couple flirt

She said, “Eat those eggshells and stomp on ‘em!”

“They’re not for tip-toein’”

“Eat the eggs too – they’ll keep ya growin’”

The old man said, “Walking on eggshells will cast harmful spells”

He said, “We stopped a long time ago. The whole truth now is all we tell.”

“And what do you know, all is well”

My husband walked in

I gobbled up a whole boiled egg 

Still in its shell

He marched across the floor, crunching on some eggshells 

We approached each other and I thought I heard the sound again of wedding bells