a perfect phrase for perfect imperfection,
slides off the tongue-
eloquently.

Imagining ice melting much too fast,
on hot,
salty lips-

or fingers slipping through glass-reflective silken hair,

getting stuck upon a knot.


Sex-laden skin
sweat- pressed together,
creating the perfect rendition,

of a fart.

A dentist-artwork smile,
wide open for others to see,

only to see a chunk of broccoli.


Might as well be French for-

 Oh the Irony

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