Glorious Not Perfect

by Mary E. Lowd

That feeling when
Every weakness will be
So it’s never safe
To be anything less
Than perfect but
It’s a brittle perfect
Ready to crack
Any moment

I want to be glorious
Not perfect
Not precise
I’m too grand to be boxed up
Like cubes in a tray
In this drink called life
I’m the gin, not the ice

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