‘Bring not the adhesive near me you wretch’
Yelled the cup, with a new crack, grimacing,
‘Why? Shouldn’t I fix your crack?’ I asked the cup,
‘Why so much angst, towards the one to fix your crazing?’
‘You all come’ said the cup ‘and gloss me with adhesive no doubt’
‘But dear, I ask, have you ever read how long you must hold me then?’
‘For leaving me before cohesion, pains me more than the crack itself’
‘Your intentions noble ,my savior, but do you know, to leave, when?’
‘Many came and glued before, but couldn’t hold enough for a bond’
‘You see my other cracks my dear hero? Do they, to you, seem healed?’
‘Many that had the heart to glue, didn’t stay for me and my chip to cohere’
‘If you can’t heal, wound in full, why care about how much I already bleed?’
‘Do you see, the many chips neither standing nor fallen’
‘Dangling painfully, held by unrelenting glue, without giving way’
‘Like a blooming flower, I stand with many outstretched pieces’
‘Lo! I am a cup no flower, the chips can never be petals, any day’
‘As I seem fixed, my chips no longer fall’ the cup said
‘They pour it hot and cold in, as I no longer leak, with greed’
‘Don’t they see the heat spreads outside too, I am not made to take’,
‘Through pores in the adhesive, do they not see me beverage-bleed?’
‘Paste me not, if you won’t stand long enough for me to bond as before’
‘Leave me not halfway, neither straight nor broken, bleeding from every pore’
‘Make me not a sagging artifact of bone china pieces, always half loved’
‘Give me not the hope of being around and then leave me down and sore’
Yelled the cup, with a new crack, grimacing,
‘Why? Shouldn’t I fix your crack?’ I asked the cup,
‘Why so much angst, towards the one to fix your crazing?’
‘You all come’ said the cup ‘and gloss me with adhesive no doubt’
‘But dear, I ask, have you ever read how long you must hold me then?’
‘For leaving me before cohesion, pains me more than the crack itself’
‘Your intentions noble ,my savior, but do you know, to leave, when?’
‘Many came and glued before, but couldn’t hold enough for a bond’
‘You see my other cracks my dear hero? Do they, to you, seem healed?’
‘Many that had the heart to glue, didn’t stay for me and my chip to cohere’
‘If you can’t heal, wound in full, why care about how much I already bleed?’
‘Do you see, the many chips neither standing nor fallen’
‘Dangling painfully, held by unrelenting glue, without giving way’
‘Like a blooming flower, I stand with many outstretched pieces’
‘Lo! I am a cup no flower, the chips can never be petals, any day’
‘As I seem fixed, my chips no longer fall’ the cup said
‘They pour it hot and cold in, as I no longer leak, with greed’
‘Don’t they see the heat spreads outside too, I am not made to take’,
‘Through pores in the adhesive, do they not see me beverage-bleed?’
‘Paste me not, if you won’t stand long enough for me to bond as before’
‘Leave me not halfway, neither straight nor broken, bleeding from every pore’
‘Make me not a sagging artifact of bone china pieces, always half loved’
‘Give me not the hope of being around and then leave me down and sore’
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