Doughy Cookies Are Never Enough by Amira Mazzawy

I’ve baked a million times,

Probably burnt a few on my first try.

But I’m older now, I should know better 

How cookies are made.

375°, 10 minutes, just slightly brown

Around the edges, a perfect cookie

To fit my reputation and skills.

Today, though, I wanted bigger ones.

Not thinking too much, I take

The ice-cream scoop, making size

Of Texas mounds of dough.  Granted,

I should have changed the temperature,

Lengthened the time, remembered my 

Reputation.

Yet none of these things were done.

Instead, the cookies became large,

But were undercooked.  I put one in my

Mouth, squish the dough, feel my error.

These aren’t the best.  They’re 2nd

Place… Never Enough.

I sob over the cookie sheet, my

Reputation soft and undone.