I am very imperfect.
I let everything go.
I leave loose ends flying,
and threads trailing below.
Computer precision
is a new acquisition.
Like Andersen’s princess
and enchanted swans,
I leave wings uncovered
and ovens turned on.
So without supervision,
I’m ripe for collision.
My bills still need paying.
Clothes are strewn on the floor
while I wait for creation
to burst through from the core
But I cannot envision
any other position.
Lenore Rosenberg
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