@midlifehalflife
Rosalind writes as autism, motherhood, midlife, and hormones collapse on her. The words in her head repeat and sometimes form groups of poetry or prose. Finding rhythm in walking, yoga, and river swimming, she hopes they reach other people from time to time.
The Perfect Nonet
Perfection puts its foot on your throat
Perfection seizes the engine
Perfection takes the last chip
Perfection cuts you up
Perfection seems real
Perfection lies
Perfection
Is a
trick
This contributor appears in fixed forms (loosely), Issue 2 of Not Quite Right Literary Magazine. Read the full issue here.