I superglued the handle of the shower brush
The veneers had split but it was still useable
I wrapped some tape around the handle
To hold it down in place until the glue dried
Throughout this she was looking at me
Like I was crazy
It was not a new look
‘…just buy a new one?’
That seemed obvious
But I couldn’t bring myself to do it
I think sometimes that I come from a place
Where a fear rules every single cell
Of my body
And a pure survival kicks in
And the adrenaline kicks in
I removed the tape
The handle looked pretty good
Not perfect but no need to just
Throw the thing out
I had bought myself a few more weeks
Of sanity
Maybe not what you consider sane
But as close as I can get in my day to day
I try to tell myself that not all broken things
Are beyond repair.