Belonging.


It doesn’t matter.
If your ears go flop
or your hat hides
bare.
Your knees knock together.
You’re shaped
like a pear.

If you’re floppy bunny
or a bumbling bear.
A trapped circle
in a prison of square.

It doesn’t matter.

If you lean to one side
like a crumpled star.
Rattle around and around
like a pin in a jar.

Creak when you move
and whistle when you stop.
Spin against a wall
and stall like a top.

It doesn’t matter.

Because each inch of fabric,
each stretch of skin,
contains beauty, grace,
and things that begin.

Because each vowel, each noun,
each uttered letter.
Is a flower when spoken.
Makes the cosmos feel better.

Because each joy, hope, and sorrow.
Each tip, and each tap.
Makes something less empty.
Fills a much needed gap.

Because each pain finds echo
a response in the dark.
Something that needed
that imperfect spark.

Because despite all conjecture.
Each moment of  blue.
There is a space in the universe.
That is carved just for you.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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