They keep Ideal on the top shelfI stand on my tip toes, I still can’t reachit takes a stack of chairs, topped with a pile of booksit takes stealth, so they don’t catch me at iteven at the top, it evades my grasp I push against the cabinetsweat and shove to knock it downbut itContinue reading “Ideal | On Not Waiting for Perfection”
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The Poetry Patio 