By Mia Hanuska
a big red “x” marks the spot
of the problem i wasn’t really taught
i stare, distraught.
words crossed out over and over again
on the page in faded pen
i stare, far from zen.
prototypes littered over the floor
of the versions that couldn’t score
i stare, in angor.
a deep breath accompanies each one
of the meticulous projects i’ve begun
i stare: is perfection better than done?