wash the perfect away

rain is singing
outside of my window.
a little harmony here,
some pretty melody there.
my feet take off.
with a moment’s notice,
i’m twirling in circles,
imperfect, fucked up circles,
being drenched by the miraculous downpour.

how beautiful is this cycle of life?
somehow, somewhere,
the universe decided that the sky
should release water
upon our thirsty world.
and right when you start to drown,
the sky turns an inexplicable shade
of cotton candy blue,
and the sun smiles down upon us.

but, wait.
look at me.
my eyes are streaked
with heavy mascara.
my lipstick is smeared across my face.
i’m missing an earring.
the diva standing on the other side
of the mirror
is gaping in horror
at the disfigurement
that is me.

so i smash that mirror with my fist,
let the blood soak into my thumping skin.
a silly superstition won’t scare me.
reflections aren’t reality.