a remedy SARU POTTURI
i haven’t felt too well today. it’s not my fault: it never is. don’t say i’ll shine: i’m just like clementine, falling to pieces, pieces. recess comes and smooths my creases out: i’m tonguing at my gums. i bungled it and tumbled down and they said: humpty, one more round. and all my cracks are welded up in silver: a kintsugi of its own right. it’s not my fault: it never is. and kindness lies heavy upon my spastic shoulders, smiling boulders,
46 • spring 2021
