it's not what you think it's about
my hands were wrapped tightly around
the vessel of white clay on the wheel
(spin, spin)
i brought it up and down and then opened the edges
ever
so carefully
i shaped it and pressed my palms
to the side and took the most loving
dips of my yellow sponge in
the water bucket before me to gently form
the outside and the inside, and my GOD
it was beautiful
but the edges were not even
in fact, they were never even, and i
dipped my fingers into the clay without taking
my time to center this lump upon the wheel
i reformed and cut what i could save
tried to love
tried to fix
tried so hard again to love
that unusable pile of mud
but then reminded myself that it's nothing
truly
a few minutes and a few dollars down the drain
literally
and now when people ask if i did everything
that i could do to save my marriage
i shake my head
laugh
and quietly walk away
*Published by Skyway Journal on 8/5/23