Ninety (2).

I can draw a straight line
but I am incapable
of accurately measuring
distance. I should say that I'm sorry
but instead,
"I could never be a cartographer."

Now that we don't live together
I smell like blueberries
and mint.

A plate drops into a kitchen sink
shattering with a sound that is both startling
and satisfying. When will we
do such significant things
to each other?