Uniquely Perfect (n = 1)

With confusion

and slight disdain

you label me

“an enigma”.


The word wrapped

in resentment.


I do not fit

nicely

into the box

you created.


Your mental catalogue

disrupted,

unorganized.


You see

a random collection.

Bits and bobs.


To me,

each piece

precious.

A unique purpose.


I won’t abandon

my beloved pieces

to appease you.