It Just Is

different kintsugi

The story of this poem: I love kintsugi, like any other gal raised on tumblr in the early 2000s, and I had a daydream about what other powders than gold might be used in the process. The rhyme scheme is inspired by the motion of shaping bread by hand.

IT JUST IS

Keep your gold dust. Make me different.
Maybe it’s with nutmeg,
So that I smell like Christmas,

Or perhaps that orange Kraft cheese powder,
The highlighter-bright kind good moms won't buy.
Now, that would really shine.

What about the cocaine I'd love too much if I tried?
Make my parts come together in white,
Or maybe it’s enough to be held together by shirt and trousers.

The gold dust is beautiful.
There’s no defense.
Kintsugi is just the way it goes, it just is.

Thank you so much for reading my work.

See you next week.