Perfect

I was sitting in the kitchen,
wearing a beard. 

Shirtless with a farmer’s tan
I gained in rural North Carolina.

I was washing clothes and trying
to play guitar.

I was learning guitar, actually.
Playing a few chords on a cheap

instrument, I picked up in a pawn shop.
I was unwashed after a morning’s

work, and my hair was flattened
from wearing a hat. 

I kept thinking I was a failure and
that practice makes perfect.


Listen to “Perfect.”
Yellowjacket

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