the boiled egg

i'm having plumbing
issues my sister
says at the table
on Easter. do you
know a plumber, she
asks as she peels
away the blue shell
of a boiled egg with
her name on it.
she hasn't spoken
to me in years.
i don't even know
what the fight
was about. but it
seems over now.
i do have a name,
i can give you,
i tell her. good,
she says. good.
then sprinkles some
salt onto the top
of the soft
gleaming egg and
takes a bite.