2021/12/13 #poetry I do realize that others may be better at some things than I am. Some things that I like to do. I still like to do them. My doing is not the same. Perhaps comparison is not possible. Even if that is the case comparison is inevitable. Reassert that it is not a competition. The urge to seem more capable remains. An argument for why my work is superior constructs itself in my head. Effortlessly. Should the work itself be so easy, it would be a very different game.