“Well, nobody’s perfect.” Some Like it Hot (1959)
Pens and sins, do this not that,
you’re never enough in you’re
always too much.
I’m a fish with feathers, a bird with fins.
I could never find unconditional love
in a book of 783,000 conditions.
There are so many paths, not only one way.
I’ll never demand you be me nor try to be you.
I have no interest in perfect,
only the wonder of my imperfection.
©Susie Clevenger 2023
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