Real Perfection

I hope that heaven falls short of perfect,
Where crooked teeth come at a premium,
Where cellulite is optimum,
And stretch marks—the victor's crown.
I hope that “Real” is the password to eternity,
Or, at least, that the next illusion's parameters
Make exclusions for those of us with no trophies
Genetically, or environmentally gained, to lay down.

 -jenn long