blue eye

by Regina Green

a blue bird's egg, tiny. and empty.
my eye is like this- blue like this.

but filled with embryonic longings.
i think the last thought i may ever

think and it is of you. a crack appears,
the thick fluid of gestation mounts to

my defense. not yet, it cries. too late,
i cry. weary just then and a cat comes

to inspect, its tongue a reservoir. for
once i let the whole damn thing go.