Don’t Let This Imperfection Lie
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2 min readAug 19, 2021
A poem
Get down to the oak,
bitch.
Root down to what’s real.
Eat up this precious pain
with relish, with olives,
and pimento cheese.
You didn’t want it,
this pain of your soul.
Its barred teeth and claw
have been packed away
and bound tight with bright…