Zoe Bocek ’24
i’m not broken
I don’t remember breaking
you’d think that anyone would remember that
you’d think that a shard of porcelain would remember the plate it used to be
you might even think that shard of porcelain wouldn’t remember anything else
soul
little soul
do you remember when you left the body?
do you remember what your last day with a physical form was?
do you remember the color of your hair?
the length of your fingernails?
do you remember that, little soul?
and so the shard is thrown to the trash
will it remember that it used to live on a shelf
in a cabinet
and sometimes on a dinner table?
little shard,
are you waiting to be glued back together?
little shard,
do you ever think that you now, are as much of a plate
as you ever can be, again?