ideal.

just imagine
every syllable closing with a kind verb
every mouth chorusing peace
every piece
coming together exactly as planned.
careful cautious lips forming
not another cutting word
instead, a pause to gather something respectful.
a nice neat world.

just imagine
nothing unexpected, everything going according
to plan
nothing to hurt you
nothing to wound you
nothing to heal you
no wounds, and no stitches
no razor sharp blades of glass.
just filed edges, round and
smooth
childproof
foolproof.

as if there were ever
such a thing.


there is a time for joy.
there is a time for bitter frowns, too
after all
where would the highs be
without the lows
the mountains
without the valleys
the gift of the present
without the burden of the past
and future.

understand that someday
we will all see
the beauty of taking your time
of rushing the time
wasting time
spending time
happy.
it is a choice.

though you may not see it yet
nothing will go
exactly
according to plan.
imagine
that this is not, in fact,

a nice neat world.