Repairable?A Poem by Ben TaylorSh hands him a curved vase, Heart shaped and ruby red, Smooth and porcelain. He holds it tightly for a while, And then loosely for a while longer. The first time he drops it, she catches it -- He promises to be more careful. It falls again, and the paint chips, Showing the fragile ivory underneath. She does her best to repaint the blemish, And when she returns it to his purportedly clumsy hands, He seems pleased. But he drops it again, and this time he watches it fall, Watches a crack scamper from lip to equator. She swallows her unease at his disregard and again Repairs her gift to him, or tries to. She hands it to him. He immediately smashes it to the floor, angrily. She sees the vase shattered, un-repairable, and sobs. He walks past her, shards turning to dust beneath his heels. She walks to the door -- but it is locked, and the handle has been broken off.
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1 Review Added on November 27, 2012 Last Updated on December 10, 2012 AuthorBen TaylorColumbia, MOAboutAlmost everything I write now is relatively real, so just read what I write and get to know me. more.. |

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