Flaws

Flaws 

We have them

     like flowers always present

          spring summer and fall,

kept unsullied by cause

     or effect,

          strummed as a guitar

or crusted with all kinds

     of accumulations like spit

          from sink to sink.

We can't explain away 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.

[lyric]