As I pull the plates out of the soapy water,
I notice that like everything in my life they are cracked.
Held together enough to be functional but if I dare pop one in the oven or wipe it too hard with a rag, it’s sure to break.
I had a full set of uncracked dishes when I was younger.
They were replaced because my wife, at the time thought they were ugly.
She replaced them with prettier plates, but they left when she did.
I bought a box of cheap motherfuckers at Kmart under a blue light to replace the ones she replaced.
I pushed an overweight woman out of the way to get this coveted set.
I’ve had them for about three years now, all are fucking cracked.