Steven Harz Music

I needed you

to be perfect

being my very

last chance

so I stood at

the workbench

goggled and gloved

and crafted you

from leftover lumber

and half-bent nails

piled in the corner

that I’d used

and given up upon

in the failed

creation of love

jigsaw and mallet

nicked knuckles

and pounded thumb

I measured twice

and cut once and with

paint covering spackle

these rebuilt remains

of loves lost

slowly became my

perfectly imperfect

stick figure you

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copyright 2013 Steven Harz

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please check out my book of poetry and short fiction titled “Songs you can’t dance to”

http://www.amazon.com/Songs-You-Cant-Dance-ebook/dp/B00ATQW5XK