Enjoyable Flaws
the older I get
the more I turn
into you. the stab
between the ribs is now
a cold war
a meticulous wait
for fish in the oven
for coffee in line
for a chat at the store
enjoyable flaws
the house is lit
the house is dark
the house is walls
and a cat long gone
freshly sprawled
on the bed
the more I mend
the longing —
a silver vine creeping quiet
climbing a lost limb
holding on with its teeth.