Let Go

Dig your fingers into a sack of pulses.
Let the music flow.
Let go.

Jerk the soda can
Bring it closer to your ear
Do you hear the bubble?
Let go.

Pull the chair.
Sit.
Stand.
No. Sit again.
Let go.

Bite into it.
The cupcake.
Before it melts into a million pieces.
Before the sun takes over.

Let go. 

Kintsugi

Kintsugi.

And they believe that the scars won't be visible.
That the gold dust would accentuate
What was my skin once.
That the broken can become beautiful,
With tapes and bandages and plaster of lacquer.
In fool's paradise, there is an artist who'd repair the broken jaws and shrivelled tissues.
I heard.

The gold will work, thought the repairman.
Because the shogun did not like what was crude.
That one shogun.
And his singular idea of making beautiful out of broken.