KINTSUGI God? It's me - the beggar at it again the beggar with the new car and glasses. It's been some time since we last spoke Do you remember my face? The one too young to resemble a road map The one who phoned you last time I needed a hand out Perhaps it's because I've been calling you by all the wrong names lately: Alcohol/Sex/Excitement/Avoidance/Greed I'm knocking at your door again, The beggar Begging for you to place your hands over my heart to fill in all the cracks with gold.
Jodi is a neurodiverse female residing in Wilkes Barre, PA who enjoys writings in free verse, confessionalism, abstraction with themes surrounding nature, essence, death, loss and fortitude.
Grand Little Things 