The Holes

"Imagine others complexly." - John Michael Green

There's holes in my plans.
Flaws in my skin.

There's flaws in my hopes.
Holes in my body.

Genes, neurons, social tension,
rubs, looks, hunger, fatigue.

Out a window, I see a huge strange black man
walking away from the library.

He used a computer, printer, and money.
He wears suspenders. His huge pants are baggy.

Out the same window, I see a curvy brown woman
talking on a stranger's cell phone outside the library.

I don't want to use her.
She is much fuller than her full figure.

I'll always be too fallible.
So will everyone else.

I want another chance,
so I'll give everyone chances.