The whirring of the espresso machine fills headspace at 6 in the morning Ghostly hands r e a c h for the top cabinet, pull at porcelain cup— shapes in bold colors whimsy. A hairline crack at 12 o'clock from the handle a curved line running down, disappearing at her belly button. She requires hand washing, Kintsugi at a later date. She sits beneath double spouts— drip dripping 3-tiered liquid cake roasted caramel toasted chestnut brooding dark obsidian. Teeth scraping against bottom lip, b l o o m i n g in rosebud pink. Tongue shivers, anticipating the broken sliver of an indent p r e s s e d close to soft lips.
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 