KINTSUGI By Jodi Balas

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.