editing autosoliloquy

that comma's a blemish
it isn't there, and should
be. I hate

missing things. Although I
rue all the more superfluity,
apart from the word being
so neat. Clutter

isn't the problem, it's
a trip hazard, an interruption
to a flow supereffortless, or

one would like it to be. But there need
to be rocks in the stream. Perfectionists
know what I'm talking about. Ask

one. They will tell you
I have the wrong idea about
perfectionism, and I do. They have known
perfect things, made none, but
it's a matter of time only
'til they chuck it in. So wrong,
my idea. I apply it to them, too

which is just unjust. I should know
better, but then - and only then -

I would be perfect.