repair

i retreat
repairing to a safe space
to repair myself
collecting all the bits and pieces
and a giant tube of krazy glue
(more crazy than glue)
to salvage, sort and stick
with spit and hope
and hope that it will hold
that the cracks and seams
will not seem so great
to the ones who see me after
or that they will find charm
in my antique finish
and if they fill
this empty vessel,
if they pour themselves,
their hope and love
to fill me up again
that I will hold
that my fissures
will not leak and seep
and spill their gifts
irretrievable