they always had
something a little off
beautiful women
just always with something
I couldn't get over
I've been finding
flaws in my women
all my life
one a little thin
a few were too fat
too long
too short
too loud
too shy
hands were too big
one that wore
too much makeup
--one with
never enough--
no matter how I tried
I couldn't find that
perfect woman
no matter how
beautiful my friends
assured me they were
I just couldn't be
content
so the flings were short
and soon I'd be fed up
with their hands
too big
or their teeth
too yellow
or their voices
too shrill
got rid of them all
every last one of them
until I realized
that all these women
were fine
all of them
beautiful women
it was I who
had the problem