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,
We are all fragile in this way.
Let me finish this one meal
And I will change my life forever.