Mistakes. Dumb, stupid,
wrong. Three times today!
How dumb can I be?
How inept? How flawed…

I made mistakes.
Failed to attach a file,
uploaded a cover
when asked for the book,
corrupted a file
that but for sharp British eyes
would have gone into print,
hundreds of copies,
with gibberish.

I made dumb mistakes.
But I’m not dumb.
I’m now flawed,
I have worth.
I am loved
goofs and all.