Perfect Mind, Body, Soul.

Skin:
In a novel, it’s perfect.
In reality its coarse
and scared.
Acne and cuts
From very top
to very bottom.
Flawed,
but it hasn’t rendered me
hideous.
Only imperfect
I need a tanning bed.
Or a doctor;
I’d rather have a doctor
than a tanning bed.
Something
because my skin is rauceous
So, I need a cure.
Oh, Erick, I need so many things!
You’re human and you,
you should be providing
and you fall short
and you’re unfit.
Not like graduation
when you had your body
and your skin…
Oh, Montreal.
How you have maimed
My whole existence.
I need healing
I need to shed this skin
and under it
find something more
perfect;
just closer to perfect.
Healthy body
healthy mind
healthy soul.