hope

Hope:  you have made me bitter so terribly unpleasant to the taste even my sweat has the edge of unhappiness i am resigned to anger at the world because no one told me that i couldn’t be any- and everything no one told me the truth and that is why i cling to my Bitterness…

pitcher

it may be an antique but really, i couldn’t tell you its origins it’s just been sitting on the shelf since that one day when i cracked the edge carelessly tried to cover it up with rubber cement and my talent for putting broken things together   (physical things, but not as yet my own…