Think I'll use
the special china tonight.
This plate,
it's so pretty - the pattern
round the edge.
Doesn't hide
the scratches,
the cracks,
though,
littering an uncomfortable surface.
Sometimes its hot.
Sometimes cold.
Not hiding, but not in the open,
waiting in darkness for the next meal
that always passes
oh so quickly. The crumbs.
Hold on to the crumbs.
But boiling water
always
washes the memory away.