Pint glass – half empty

I love imperfect things: 


calloused hands, lying mouths,

holes in the plasterboard, 

smeared bathroom mirrors,

using a pint glass for the roses,

illiterate spellings of sorry,

tepid water and lukewarm feelings,

confusing the consonants in love and lose.


I cherish imperfect things

in lieu of a reflection I still cannot love:


calloused hands, lying mouth,

holes in the plasterboard,

pulling up the weeds…



Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

Image by Nika Akin from Pixabay

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