I am an itchy sentence

with a withheld pretence

a game with a glitch

a thoughtless error

a cut above the sever

that you didn’t want.

A unforeseen font

that shouldn’t be there.

A gaze, a stare

in the wrong direction

an infection of the mind

caught on the barbed wire

of life’s curses

and sealed within life’s hearse

a credit card, purse lost

look what a mistake cost

minecraft with a sphere instead of cubes

what am I here to prove

that life is imperfect

but it’s perfect imperfections

make for characters

even if they are glitches on the radar

of life.