Unperfection by Shreya Manna
Teaching myself how to unperfection
Reminds me of that time I tried to do
A water slide and chickened out only
To sheepishly return because
The queue I spotted on the other side
Was way too long. And I was hoping
To return to earth sometime very soon.
In the little pod, waiting for the ground
To open for my fall I told myself
Hey, I guess that I’m about to die
But what a poem this will make when I
Am on the other side.