Your imperfections play up my perfectness. It is a superb
feeling. Short-lived? How long does hooch last?

Everyone I love faces the might of force majeure.
Do I harken them due to my heart?

If folks express their joy, let it not illude you. In these
flashes reside myriad half-truths and some falsehoods.

Your inadequacies boost me to believe in the invincibility 
of my bluster: surety from frostbites in this slalom.

Originally appears in Squawk Back, issue 159 July 6 2016