Broken Plate, by Jennifer Angelina Petro

Broken Plate


Jennifer Angelina Petro



There’s a crack in my dinner plate.

A nearly invisible seam.

If I urge it a little, it shines.

I am so hungry.

The lasagna’s hot.

I lift up the plate in my hands, like

A priest holding a plate for the Eucharist,

And mumble:

We are all fragile in this way.

Let me finish this one meal

And I will change my life forever.









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