2001/privileg

The man across
from me
smiles as he reads,
I feel privileged
to participate
in it.
He is wearing
a black turtle neck
which matches his hair.
Simple
but perfect,
the way I always want
things to be.
I rarely get there,
my simple
gets complicated.
Perfect never comes.
Scared away by my
perfectionism, no
doubt.
It seems perfectionism
would yield
an exemplary life,
but that’s not the kind
of perfectionist
I am.
Mine only
makes me miserable
to be in the mess
I’ve made
of my life.

3/01/01