Aesthetics

I compose because I do
Not know that I do not know
Nor know for sure that I do.

I guess. I play pieceless chess—
I’m a spelling bee writing
On my palm to see—stay calm—

A teenager fingering
Air solo—incorrectly—
The words to the longest prayer,

The one without revisions,
Sobbed, but no second guesses.
None of us is good enough.