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
