Kintsugi  

An accidental sweep of the arm  

The knocked bowl slides  

From the table  

Parabolas down  

Snaps like a seashell against the slate  

Gather the fragments  

Affix them in veins of gold  

The porcelain reassembled  

Taking its place with the other cobbled crockery  

Gathering rainwater on the edge of the garden  

Venerable kintsugi  

I too snapped  

My calcium chassis fused  

With titanium and spun wire  

Yet I— I don’t wish to be fixed  

I wish to remain unmended  

Irreparable  

Leave the lodes alone  

I’ll stay splayed across the ground  

My shards prone on the earth  

As it wheels around the sun  

Glinting in blue and  

Veins of gold