Letter to my Ex

 I am sorry that I couldn’t take all that is clay in you and throw it hard on some wheel 

Turn a heavy mug with a nice curve

The kind everyone loves at craft fairs 

And I am sorry 

That you couldn’t take all that’s sand in me

To apply mortar and water sufficiently

For a solid level

Slab 

Mostly

I  feel sorry

That our needs and lacks

Exceeded

Our expertise 

We are not artists

…. …. 

With much regret I took from you

One ruby and two emeralds 

Luckily you found tourmaline and garnets

To sustain you

And one diamond who is never disrespectful at the dinner table

I regret leaving our house of brick and mortar 

For a trailer without a floor and a life without sleep

Honestly I was just glad to rest my head against a wall that didn’t strike out 

So I left anyway, regrets and all. 

Regretfully sorry,

The person that was Your Wife