Metamorphosis of a Plate. Rubber-ups poundedpatterned tissueonto my green skin, precise,glaziers dipped and poured,dressed me in glass, at six hundred degrees Celsius, the kill,clay to pot, irreversible,chemical and physicalreaction elements white hotwares glow though the peephole, a universe spinningthrough my fire, every moleculebounces and spewsits last drops thumbed, spun, cast,within saggars, my bonesfire-licked,delicate to hard, an oddman stokes the wood,holes up the wall,cooks up breakfastin … Continue reading Homemade by Heidi Joffe