We are imperfect.
That is the magic of us.
We line our cracks
with soot and stardust. Ink.
We plug our holes
with dreams and sweat. Cumulus.
Drown the sound of breaking
with laughter and loud talk. Moans.
There are wands in our tongues.
We speak cha cha from chaos
and two step to the crescendo
of our own alchemy.
We are imperfect.
That is the magic of us.
--Journey Johnson
(Image by Kate King)