PORCELAIN
when i was six years old,
i dropped my mother's porcelain
on the kitchen floor
and i'll never understand
if it was on purpose.
reprimanded for the scattered pieces,
i explained to her
that with something so fragile,
its' demise is inevitable.
a tear slipped down my ceramic face
and shattered as i dropped to bony knees
on the kitchen floor
and i'll never understand
if it was on purpose.
she explained the value
about how easy anything can be fixed
with glue.
so the next day,
i covered my body with adhesive.
peeling the dried remains
off tender skin for days,
with a past fear of breaking,
it doesn't matter--
glue can put porcelain back together.
with freedom from the inevitable,
being fragile is no longer a concern
because glue is plentiful,
and nothing is permanent.