Porcelain Plate

Zoë 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?