First Edit: Your Favorite Mug/I Didn't Mean To...

[ellajam]

Hi, Richard, your poem gave me some things to think about. The title seems to trivialize the subject, you might consider an alternative or I might continue to think about why you did that. Fat skull certainly gave me pause considering it, its shape and heft, I sort of like the way it stopped me and made me consider the splatter. I believe the period after skull turns the rest of the poem into a fragment, you might reconsider the punctuation.

I like the bigger picture here but not having the N move on to a decision on what he would like to live with leaves the poem half done for me, a fleeting thought.

Thanks for the read.

Your Favorite Mug

It landed on the floor
like a fat skull.
The pieces large enough
that I could glue them-
fixed,
but with subtle cracks
you would always know were there.