black market eggs

i fill up

the pockets of my long

black

coat

with eggs

and head down

to the market.

i stand outside the door

and whisper

to people

as they go in.

eggs?

you need eggs?

i ask them.

i show them

the eggs in my pocket

from home.

a few dozen.

i tell them i have a source

and show

them a photo

of my two chickens,

Thelma and Louise.

don't worry, i tell them,

they'll

make more.