The best things in life are asymmetrical
They are curved and covered with beautiful flaws
life doesn’t give itself in perfect boxes
smooth and white
everything in rows, accounted for
the real world is wild, undulating
growing into odd shapes and bursting forth
it’s the crooks that form between locked hands
waves and snowflakes
the jagged lines on a belly that has birthed children
a half smile or quarter moon
the rough edges of nature
swaying boughs and broken limbs
brilliant chaos
it’s not organized
it doesn’t come with an easy set-up manual
you can’t just unplug or restart
despite our attempts to categorize
to tidy up
to sanitize and remove all the danger
and unpredictability
we may approach this in fear at first
our flat world is safer, neater, more controlled
but we’ll die there locked in square coffins
the best things in life are not symmetrical
they can’t be boxed
they are rounded and covered with beautiful flaws