I'll romanticize it if I want to by January Santoso
"So called broken men come, ho hum, to fill my little cracks with liquid gold."
I'll romanticize it if I want to
by January Santoso
Lip gloss makes a kiss stain
like Vegas. In my red room rains
a thousand digi-tokens. So called
broken men come, ho hum,
to fill my little cracks with liquid gold
like kintsugi. The art of repair, I flip my hair
and it ripples like a wave. Like water,
if you look deep enough,
you’ll see your reflection.




Whew! Nailed this one, January!!! Thank you for sharing. Saving it... I will reread this for all those ironic moments that life pulls back its veil and reveals its crooked smile.
Yes.
Very strong, and at the same time, a certain casualness, as if golden cracks were as commonplace as casino chips, which only have the value they are arbitrarily ascribed. The author seems to mirror this as well.