after the gold-rimmed white
place settings abandoned
along with the first marriage,
blue-rimmed & polka-dotted
Scandinavian plates equally
distributed at the end of a long
partnership, brown stoneware
the next husband brought & I
discarded, replaced with cheap
white diner-ware, replaced with
one-off primary colors, replaced
after he finally left with random
thrift-shop-ware — what to do
this time? Polish? Antique?
Botanical? Ornithological?
I’m waiting for an accident
to happen — for dishes to fall
into my lap, all of them cracked,
chipped, beforehand broken.
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