“The thing is,”
he says, whiskey-swaying
in his kitchen
“that shard
from the glass you broke
is never gone.”
He slides a sweating tumbler
and dries the countertop
hanging his towel
from the oven handle
as early punctuation.
“You’ll find it again,”
he assures
his captivated guest
“in your foot.”
This article appears in 05-01-2015.









