Sunday, August 28, 2022

Books from Uranus

Sometimes the most eccentric
Is perfection;

To be the baby who
Can never sleep,
The superhero with feet
Of fake girlfriend clay,

The one who makes the perverse
A possibility
And bows for knowledge
That only comes from briar braids.

We bend to what they are,
These distortions,
Grow larger,
Pulling ourselves away.