From the poetry collection published in 2021 containing poems written in 2020, The Immediate and No Sooner.
Tanka 212
10/12/20
The orange twist-cap.
The rounded contoured body.
The bottle of glue
and how well it fits my hand.
I squeeze. Watch the first drops fall.
Tanka 213
10/12/20
His rounded shoulders.
His jaunty orange ribbed cap.
Friend since my childhood.
My sticky fingers grasp tight.
I squeeze him in affection.
10/12/20
Shadorma 329
10/12/20
spool of white
unwinds its last turns
The machine
pulls the thread
the greedy needle consumes
beyond the last inch
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
Using glue really is very satisfying. I have always enjoyed messing around with glue and, as a preschool teacher, I still get to mess around with it daily.
I think that should be part of your bio. I find it so appealing! I have spent so many years using glue of various kinds in artwork and what fascinates me is how there is a special kind for pretty much any purpose. Even those really extremely heavy duty industtrial glues that glue your house rafters together and that kind of thing. So much goes into the composition and design of glue, and who would ever think of it?
This is actually my second glue conversation in as many days. Yesterday I was reminiscing with a coworker about the very particular smell of the vintage horse hoof glue that was in the bottles with the red rubber stoppers with the slit in them.
mucilage?