while chewing on ice
can shatter porcelain veneers,
the human collarbone can
withstand 8 lbs of force before
breaking.
she sits in a cupboard,
forgotten
like wedding china -
(every once in a while, someone
will take her out, turn her over;
though they may shed a tear,
they’ve never known her) -
all oversized saucer eyes
and teacup fingertips;
too tired
to tell you lies.
delicate and fine,
the cracks in her bones
spell out the stories
of such a lonely
lifetime;
chipped paint and faded flowers
insist upon eternity
as an ancient
antique.
she is a teapot
that cannot even
keep your tea hot
held by too much superglue
to hold any justifiable value.
her handles broken, her lids long-gone
she commands no sentimentality
abandoned long ago
to this dusty
unreality.
2014