The Glass
The Glass
I broke a glass in the sink.
The consequence of my carelessness was that
I had to pay attention.
A sort of ticket.
I turned off the politics podcast
And rolled my sleeve up and carefully
Reached into the greasy water,
My hands dumb as schools
Swimming into gill nets.
The simplest trap —
You can get in but can’t get out.
I expected to be cut
Which was why I wasn’t.
Somehow we drifted through the mines.
The sharks weren’t hungry enough.
I plucked the plug
And the water was sucked away,
Revealing the shards,
Just as sharp as they’d been before
But no longer invisible.
I went about picking them out,
This glass I drank from
Before falling asleep.
The glass world will keep
Shattering into sharpnesses.
Don’t be afraid.
Be careful.