They give me grace
–or I take it anyway
Who needs to be perfect
When I can be human
And wear every discomfort
In the crinkle of my eyes
I’m thankful for the filters
The deposits that afford me patience
The boredom from days in bed
That makes a meeting I make miserable
(By crinkling my eyes and my tissues through it)
A nice change of pace
To needing less grace tomorrow
With Love,
Natalie