Things That Are Perfect Poem by Kirmen Uribe

Things That Are Perfect



Though a favor to the feet, to the shoes
the sandals are bare skeletons.
An olive tree lives two thousand years
but tends to remember nothing.
Things that are perfect sow terror in me.
I don't like them.
My handwriting's skewed, my gait more so,
doing my best.

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Kirmen Uribe

Kirmen Uribe

Ondarroa / Spain
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