I need a space for a mistake

(Are you always having some troubles?)

empty I prefer without any disruptions

(Is that what you really need?)

a whole room with a view
on the perfect landscape of other’s behaviors

(Why you can’t be like others?)

a big enough place for a maneuver
of the smallest imperfections

(Do you think they are small?)

for choreography of everyday goofy,

Normal human’s errors

for a negative imprinted detail
on a neutral background

a dead pixel like a black hole
eating up the whole picture

because it’s not up to the norm

(How can I do it?)

The detail unable to be
perceived as a minor bug

because perfect order
needs to be restored

Detail before person

is the wrong kind of a perspective
without much reason

(You overreact about it)

The capacity is the forest
we are unavailable to see
of some unimportant
the trunk of a tree

(It’s big obstacle, for me)

that we fall over
irrelevant but unable
to be unseen

in a perfect eye
of the perfect beholder
judging, are you good enough?

(Are you good enough?)

by the things
that accidentally
drops down

instead of words that
can lift the others up
not put them down,

( I didn’t even think
about it you just made it out)

I just say what is it
in the form of a poem
written to everyone

able to understand
differences between

what matters
and what the hell not

(Yeah, it is so obvious,
don’t you see?)

because people are not
robots, androids, or so

like an Error 404
error is not found.

(But you always
have some on the stack)

Anywhere around.
Like you are broken
unfixable ballet

played for the wrong person
in a chamber ambient
for a reason you only know

There is no applause
There is no stage

Just a shower
of cold words
on your back

just like those
eyes piercing

your every step
on the eggshells

I don’t sell tickets

to that show

I even don’t know

that is running on air

in your gaze before

I even say something

anything wrong

(Without a context?)

Like you forgot

the word tolerance

for a spatial concept

of a mistake

a whole circle

around the person

having freedom

to be herself

even when tiredness

run the automatic pilot

in the head,

in the cabin of the self.

(Are you always like that?)

Can I have room, space

for a mistake?

I don’t need an answer

in the initiative I already take.

I created a place

where it is possible

in every small case.

End of discussion.

(But you just asked?)

The room is full

of the future steps.

Look out maybe

it will step on your

foot,

and you will

then look at the person

like it’s not accidental

life choreography fall

out of the tracks

for a microsecond

But a big fail.

Maybe try another

way, look deep.

Look at the mirror,

look at yourself.

And ask all the same.

(You overthink again

and overreact).

No, I am not.

I am just reclaiming

the room for a mistake.