A paean to imperfection.


I am not technology.
I am made from mud
and stardust
and the hot breath of God.

I am not smooth or clean.
I scratch and I break
and there is dirt
under my rough fingernails.

I am not machine –
I am creature.
I dance and weep and sweat
and I love with my awkward body.

I am not perfect.
I make people cry
and I fail
and I fall again and again.

I am human.
A messy, heaving,
broken, coarse, yet
somehow glorious, human.


– Gideon Heugh