Ivan Pentchoukov

Alina the egg with two mothers

There is a girl in the egg in my hand in my pocket on the street. There is a door in the building that I’m in and I’m in that door. The doctor says I’ve got just the little tools to break the little egg to save the little chick from the shells that I will break. And he knocks on the shell and breaks the little shells of the egg that she’s in the room that she’s in in the room that I’m in. She’s a little yellow chick in a broken little egg in the palm of my hand in a tight little street. I check and she’s dead not a movement in her head so I put her away and I’m on my way. Now the little brows twitch the little yellow brows twitch on the yellow face twitch on the yellow face they twitch. Now a little fur shows, little yellow fur. And the next time that she’s under the afternoon sun and I blow on her face and they really open, little brown eyes open. So I tickle her feet and they stretch out, out. Out, out, out. She gets up on her feet, little yellow feet, and jumps around. I take her to her house and explain to her who it is in the pictures she forgot. So the clock hits four and her older little sister is back from school where she learned and she says hi you’re back and I say yes she is and she says yes I am and I say can you believe… But there’s a knock on her door and her mom is home and her mom says hi and she says yes I am and I say can you believe… But the mom says geez, they don’t let me anywhere anymore, it is as though I made her calcitrate and turn to egg. And I say how did it happen anyway and she said well she passed out ofcourse. And shrunk ofcourse. To a chick ofcourse. To an egg ofcourse. And I say wow, she is four feet high. Can you believe?