Death By Perfection
A poem
Published in
1 min readFeb 19, 2020
When laundry is soft and dry
in the hamper
you want perfection, Self
You ask for pearls or flowers
and forget news
and worse; forget
them /
Yourself / becomes
inward — too much inward
as when you were alone
You Forgot
Giving /
a warmth of butterlight;
life’s autumn.
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