In the midst of my own imperfection,
—my very capable capability to be an asshole—
Still I find it within myself
To speak a truth now and again.
“Loving ourselves,” I say,
“is what it all leads to.”
This as I pull on a cigarette
On the porch of this house I am leaving.
Somewhere in the spaces between the lies
I have told to those I’ve loved
And the lies I’ve told myself
I must have learned something.
Maybe,
If I’d been as good and perfect
As I thought I wanted to be,
I’d have learned shit.
April 28th, 2008 | Uncategorized | No comments