AUTHOR NARRATION
Hear the poem.
Read by A.F. King in the original English.
POEM + MEMORY
A childhood archaeology of broken glass, disobedience, secrecy, and the private logic by which discarded things become precious.
AUTHOR NARRATION
Read by A.F. King in the original English.
AUTHOR'S MEMORY
This section is reserved for the short autobiographical story behind the poem: collecting colored shards, being told to stop, continuing secretly, and finally being caught.
Add the author account here when ready. It can be more conversational than the poem itself: where the glass was found, what made it feel valuable, how the rule was understood as a child, and what happened when the hidden collection was discovered.
What did the pieces look like? Why did “you don’t know where that’s been” feel insufficient? What remains vivid about hiding in the bath rather than facing the disappointment?
READER DISCUSSION
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