Particular Poems for Perfect People

Fantasy's Flaw


There she is
floating amoung the trees,
your fantasy's fruition,
your perfection personified,
but how she is and what she is
flies past your head.
Suddenly this imperfect entity
is your dream come true.
Oh how terrible you will feel
every single time
she distorts your creation
by being

herself.

by Josh Obusek

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