Flaws

Flaws 

we have them 

     like flowers always present 

          spring summer & fall 

kept unsullied by cause 

     or effect 

          strummed as a guitar 

or crusted with all kinds 

     of accumulations like spit 

          from sink to sink 

can't explain away the regrets 

     we have 

          nor excuse our doubts 

about who we are or will be 

     monied 

          tainted by disease 

tripped over in the dark 

     skilled in dissolution 

          given no oils as affection