some infinities are bigger than others

A bony hand cradles a small blue sphere. The hand is the color of tree bark, the fingers not parallel lines but lightning bolts, the nails sharp yellow fangs. The sphere is an egg, freckled and so fresh that downy feathers stick to its shell, wavering in the cool air.

The hands have held many eggs, but none have felt like this one.

An egg is both cycle an…