Oh, lovely kintsugi,
How ugly I feel when you've broken me.
I'm shattered glass;
Useless and troublesome.
No use cleaning me up;
I'd only draw blood.
And here you come,
with all your golden laquer,
making me feel whole again.
How beautiful I feel when you've fixed me.
Oh, how it makes me wish I could forget that you're the one holding the hammer.