Glue

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Glue

I glued my fingers.
I glued my nose.
I glued my desk.
I glued my clothes.

I glued my glasses.
I glued my hair.
I glued my pants
to the seat of my chair.

But even with
a bottle of glue,
I can’t fix a heart
that’s torn in two.

 

My husband just said you’re not going to write about school supplies all month are you? I guess at some point I might need to open the bottom drawer of my desk (duh, duh, duh, DUH!). Amy VanDerwater says she keeps jelly beans in her desk. Maybe I’ll write about those.

Happy Saturday,

Liz

© Elizabeth Steinglass, all rights reserved, 2015

8 replies
  1. Rosi Hollinbeck says:

    I love your little glue poem. I’ll bet as you go through your desk drawers, you will find some fun surprises to write about that even your husband will find interesting.

  2. Linda Baie says:

    Love the ‘turning’ of your poem Liz, & for us teachers, writing about school supplies is just fine! This time, it really is about love, isn’t it? Even here at home I have a variety of things in one drawer which my granddaughter loves to look through, to see what ‘goodies’ she might find.

  3. Heidi Mordhorst says:

    The top layer is pretty concrete, but I expect the bottom drawer might be a little more abstract and 2D (and grown-up?). But then, what is more grown-up than a heart torn in two? (Best truth I ever learned as parent and teacher: they may be smaller than we are but their emotions are just as big if not bigger.)

    • Liz Steinglass says:

      I was hoping the torn would bring images of a paper heart but yes, perhaps more grown-up and abstract. I think their emotions are bigger. I find their big feelings heart-breaking.

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