(Written 5 December 2020, 1:43 am.)
in the unforgiving strands of
it all
some frayed edges find
each other
and gingerly
falteringly
incorrectly
wrap themselves
around the other
it hurts
and is ungraceful
and unaesthetic
and to be honest
rather quite ugly
but against all odds
and against all decorum
and against all beauty (and satisfaction)
the joining
holds
at least for now
(no one has seen tomorrow
or so the atheists tell me)
