On an imperfect day
By Kiah
On an imperfect day I can see myself a hazy, muddled reflection in the windshield looking back at me the morning traffic clipping along beside me I can see myself there, in the other car’s passenger door windows haggard and half-awake squinting, blinking cursing to myself On an imperfect day I can see myself in my imperfect ways short tempered unforgiving Most days I see through this although On certain days I see things in very certain ways Written February 19th, 2002 © on Feb 18 2002 05:01 PM PST 0 • 9
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