I.Pour out the pitcher

II. Break the glass

III. Collect the pieces

And IV.

it's sea glass from the kitchen

it's the time i lost my breath

i told you i'd explain

but there are no words to commune

only mosaics to create

wood floors- the beach

a running faucet

and suds of disgrace

lets play in the tide pools

tide pools of cobwebs

and crumbs from last night

no sand in hair

no grains to coat the unshaven legs

lets throw rice in the shards

and splash the dishwater down

it's sea glass from the kitchen

V. And I don't want to explain