by Beth Hahn Weirdly, you become an egg. No shell. Hard boiled. A woman takes you out of the refrigerator and carries you between her breasts. She clucks at your cold yolk. She warms you, rolling and touching. It’s time for the television show about a detective who falls in love with a figure skater. The detective wants to protect her, but he finds her in the ice arena, throat slit. Because you’re an egg, you can’t see or hear the television, but in your fleshy carriage, you