adhesive

when you pick up the pieces
and they don't fit back together

here it is, the one thing duct tape
can't fix

still, you try everything.

glue smears your hands into impossible holders of hope
and stains your wrists like coffee on the face of a carpet

you are not acting on experience or logic
but
braving
unknown waters

this braving
makes you feel foolish, and

you are

pasting, taping, wasting what does
not fit
what does
not
fix

but your foolish refusal to let things be
your stubborn bravery
and buoyant denial

and glued wrists and powdered shards

these are the marks of mahatma and

you'll touch your dreams one day