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.