The voice on the other end was too precise

The voice on the other end was too precise.

I didn't want the logic or advice.

The bowl was heavy, white, and made of clay;

I watched it turn to teeth and fly away.

I sweep the kitchen floor with shaking knees

and find the shards among the dust and peas.

One jagged piece is resting in my grip,

a sharp reminder of a sudden slip.