Dec 15, 2015 20:33
I broke the lid
of the teapot you gave me.
It didn't take long,
either;
it just slipped out of my hand one day
and I wasn't as sad as I expected
to be.
It still works,
still pours nicely and doesn't drip too much
but there's a crack--
there will always be a crack.
I glued it together as well as I could
and I guess it's good enough.
I guess.
No one else knows
but it's not the Special Teapot anymore,
it's the Broken Teapot.
Just the light-blue
still-works
not-great-but-good-enough
does-its-job-and-shuts-the-fuck-up
Broken Teapot.
writing,
poetry,
nostalgia trip