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IN WHICH SHE OPENS THE BOX

Celia Steele in Delaware, 1923

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Even as a child I hungered

for them, fox in the henhouse,

my mother said. And a whole lot

worse. When I opened the box

to 500 straw-padded eggs instead

of the 50 I ordered, I wasn’t

thinking waste not, want not

or, a chicken in every pot.

I was thinking how I’d grown.

Thinking of life, and how

can anyone argue with that?

The yolk’s yellow chalk afloat