the mistakes i make
are more than the amount
of seeds pomegranate
the count of pills
exceeding eleven
or was it elven

typos seep into pages
like pen ink in paper
a waterfall, a shower
not jentacular in itself
nor is it connect musing

sorry.

when she died
he didn't cry
he didn't mourn
he just said
"one less"

one less what?
one less life to care for
one less mouth to feed
one less thing to do
one less distraction to manage

one less person to love
one less spot in heaven
one less mother
one less spouse
one less tear to shed

why should i write
for you to enjoy

i write
to keep my feet on the floor

how does a bird
without wings
fly?

can clipped wings
glide?

does a finless fish
fall deeper?

it doesn't.

this is a memo, memoir
a memory of things right
before the big change
is there anything that needs changing
is there a flaw that you dislike
is there a imperfection
a defect that needs fixing

I need to make myself perfect
so that I can match you
this is a request for comments
is there a shortcoming that needs deleting
is there a fault forgotten
fix me, fix me forge me again
this is the foundation for a new form

i exist
i have set myself in the floor
i have etched my existence into the air
i have opened a door, i have walked around
i have affected the people around me and made them smile

they cried
they said no and ignored me
they walked away when i came close
they did not open the door for me or said hello
they trampled over me and my feelings and made me cry