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All the Cracked Things Bernadette Gallagher
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All the Cracked Things
we hold —
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a window frame, three whole panes
one cracked, as his hands
put it in place thirty years ago.
Glass chalice, reddened in its blowing,
cracked but still whole
sits on a sill
beside the cracked pane.
Frosted amber, flute-like jug,
cracked.
Not used since —
for mulled wine.
Whiskey glass, a wedding gift, rim chipped.
We gently run a finger to feel the cut
and drink from the other side
of the circle.