I’m Trying to Be Perfect Again.
A poem, in 25 minutes.
I’m trying to be perfect again. It’s aspirational. it’s good to try,
can I accept, the imperfection, the flawed attempts?
I’m trying to be perfect again.
Which means: having something to say
and saying it well
and in the right way.
callitquits itsshit its
thirteen more minutes. keepongoing. go on.
on to the next word. the next phrase. the next thought.
i don’t know what I am saying. so what.
nine more minutes. this is practice. this is learning. this is life.
imperfectly in process. imperfectly in form. it doesn’t have to rhyme.
i ate too much cake again. i made a mistake again. i procrastinated and watched dumb tv tilfour am again.
i had no control, no discipline or common sense again.
these things happen, but i will not let that cause me shame again.
I was trying to be perfect. It’s insatiable
that desire to do it all.
i will accept
that the trying is enough.
and i’m learning (slowly learning)
to simply keep on