My fears. My doubts,
worries--they have become me.
I haven't let my hair down
in years. No, I mean it. It's
been pinned back and tucked
away into a tight bun, where
if one baby strand breaks away,
we're both doomed.
When does obsession
and perfection, and the
probing introspection
turn into something
that lasts longer than me?
With no rock left for me
to turn, I laugh when I
realize that this was a
better option than where I was.
YOU ARE READING
TO FAIL SO FLAWLESSLY
PoetryEDITS IN PROGRESS: A prose-poetry chapbook exploring themes of insecurity, doubt, lost fabrics, and what it means to fail so flawlessly.
