The day after perfect
Everything breaks at once
The things at least
A laptop screen, a taillight, a step-tracker
But I tie a ribbon around my computer
That hides the distorted pixels
And I throw savings at the car
To fix the light and flush the coolant
And I keep running without counting
Deep breath, and another
Because it’s just an ebb and flow
And little cracks and tasks
Don’t leave any bruises
Don’t lose me any sleep
The day after perfect
Is where you break out the glue
And mend what you can
And keep the blowtorch in the shed
And keep on having days after perfect