bulging thick blue blown glass, fat
like a father’s love gets in the way of things
with its quotes, parades and ceramonies.
this was a typical gift, a matching set
and one fell off your bike on the way home.
once the relationship is broke
we keep rebreaking – I broke your lover’s pottery,
even cried over spilt milk a decade ago
in fury at the stupid way things go
to the hard ground again and again,
but this is life and somewhere in surviving
the relentless breaking
we become friends.