As It Turns Out

(written while a teen)


I’ve whittled her  of sinew and clay
an earth-bound goddess
ideal in every way.

I’ve etched her details delicately

given her a heart
that beats for only me.

I’ve made her an exact fit
to every curve of my body;
to the complexity of it.

So why can’t I stand her?
What more can I demand of her?

Imperfection & ego call my name

& I answer, overcome with shame.
I live a life of flaws
dying by illogical laws.

You see, I’ve summoned my perfect mate
but as it turns out,
She isn’t anyone I would ever date.