KINTSUGI

AUTHOR: May

EDITOR: Hannah

ARTIST: Ara

still, we packed pickled peppers into air-tight mason jars, guts as red as summer           to         the

cherries, and spooned them into our mouths on the coldest days.                                         autumn           even though the mother in the house did not love the father,               mend                 before some

and the father in the house did not love the mother,                                          year of adolescence  

still, we set our dishes on wooden coasters                 what                   my soul broke into half and 

and ate at the same time in front of the                                         half. the mother and the father in 

same television in front of the                   we                    the house cupped one side and the other

same goddamn shows.                                      with hands that did not love each other and tried to

still, we looked to             couldn’t             put it back with golden lacquer, as if it was Nabeshima

gilded strokes                                   ware. like that, we looked to gilded strokes within our broken

to fix our          call           home, to prove that there were cracks even amongst the most beautiful.

broken,         beautiful                         

home.