Experiments in Degradation

by A.J. Huffman

Perfect is passé.
Try damaged.
It’s more forgiving.
It refuses
to crack.
Under the pressure
of your demands.
It is familiar
with those fights.
It plays with them.
Like memories.
Spinning them.
Until they are tired
and gone.
Isn’t that your real desire?
Absence.
Of everything.
But the game.
Known as touch.