egg face
by chensan
$500
This piece is about growing into my identity as a queer person of color but told through the making and eating of an egg. Also I’m the egg. A poem written around the exterior depicts the visceral sensations that bubble up with new experiences of egg-eating. Silky crack Snapped open Tap Tap Tap Big plop Little drop Puddles held run Between fingers Leave a glistening trail Slow drip sticks Lick Swipe, dip Tacky paste Dries flakes Cracks corners of lips Rubbery whites yoke Liquid gold Velvet crust Of hidden lust Unseen Realizes touch (color pencil canvas print, framed)