The Invisible Contract

Can you remember,

when you were born,

signing a contract that you’d be perfect

all your life?

No?

I can’t either.

I must have invented it

and then tried to stick to it,

all these years.

An invisible contract of perfection.

I guess the good news about a fictional contract

is that I can rip it up,

let it go,

and live my messy life.