the collision between two objects can create a beautiful thing.
you and i are kintsugi
a product of the love and heat crafted by a red-hot kiln
then shattered.

we were fractured by the impulse of an elastic collision
stretched so thin it snapped in two
and blown apart like a gunshot vase
spilling all the liquid gold it ever held

and we’re left to pick up the pieces
rekindling the smoldering fire
in hopes that the melted lacquer that’s forming between us
can reglue the vessel i had once molded for you