Is anything forbidden? The X-rated aisle, the top of Mount Everest, 
monkeys as pets? Well, there aren’t video rental stores anymore

except in Bend, Oregon. But there are eggs past the expiration date 
in the back of the fridge. Made you look, or at least, think about looking. 

All eggs float on their backs if you leave them alone long enough to age 
and sour. As a little girl, I thought every egg was a baby chicken 

scrambled, sunny side up, even the silky hard-boiled ones. 
Who are you still mad at over there next to your own little stove? 

Picking conversation out of your teeth. They won’t understand 
even if you said it just like that. It seems like someone is always 

counting, mostly my phone; my steps, breath during sex, 
how much sex, all my old friends. Some of them were rotten. 

The sex too. My friend Lucy says she’s never thrown up in her life. 
How do we keep meeting these people with all the luck? 
Last night, I realized we don’t get to become strangers again.