The grace of gracelessness

It’s the way things aren’t mixing right
and powder spilled over the bowl…

It’s the way clumps stick to the spoon
and dirtying three while stirring…

It’s the way I blush wondering
if people would eat the cookies
if they saw me behind closed doors…

It’s wanting people to like them
and offer the high compliment
of a stolen second helping…

It’s the way baking reminds me
of so many clumsy first dates.