*ON EARTH WE'RE BRIEFLY GORGEOUS

*The title of a book I just finished by the genius poet/writer Ocean Vuong.

Its true though.

We are here for a brief moment on earth.

We are gorgeous.

Why is there this unsettling we bring with our existence?

Perfection

Something always missing,

Nothing quite right,

What does it look like?

An empty street at 3am

Somehow looks clean and perfect.

When everything is still, humanless, it's perfect.

Humans are the imperfection

Everything before and after,

but during, unsettled, stirred up

Like a puddle with thoughtless boots.

Here I am, searching for the solution.

Conclusion.

My need for the perfect ending.

Perfection.

I'll never find it here.

It's before and after the search party.