That’s What Fell Apart

Look at the trees, how they tell us to
do other things with our life.
I once made a jug
without any handles. I smoothed it
with slip that was the color of
a cat’s ear,
but then it fell apart in the kiln.
I am not a tree. I never made a jug.
I did make a clay Popsicle once,
and that’s what fell apart.

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