This blog is about the little and big thoughts that pop into my head. I once read that when Flannery O'Connor walked into a bookstore, she would want to edit her published works with a red pen. In the digital world, we have the luxury of tweaking things up after we've hit the publish button. I can be a perfectionist/procrastinator, where waiting for the ideal means little gets done. Here I will share what is not--and likely will never be--perfect.
Dear piece
I cannot find you.
Are you lost
in the carpet?
Under the couch?
Did the dog hide
you away?
Are you stuck
on a sweater
that went through the wash?
I am filled with
sorrow and sadness.
Where are you?
You should have
a number seven
on your face,
but I can't find it.
My dad tells me
"The piece is there
but you are convinced
it is gone
until the end."
I hope he is right.
I stress
and
I worry
of your whereabouts.
Dear piece
please
be found.
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