wake up, rod

The Dunning-Kruger Effect on Spinach i. I was going to make Spanikopita tonight. I’d just fuck it up. ii. I’ve made it before. Many times. The eggs, cheese, dill – My hands know the brush- iii. strokes required to cover each phyllo sheet and not leave spare butter. iv. But I wanted to impress you with my skills in the kitchen. I came v. to the conclusion that I have none. No one has told me my greek is vi. exemplary with- out my prompting. Popeye was like me, desperate for vii. compliments, trying to beef up for Olive Oyl. But he’d eat his can viii. of spinach, then no one could ignore his prowess. Grotesque with power, ix. like G-d, or what I imagine G-d to be like. Rabbi Akiva x. Called out to G-d in debates, to prove his rightness. I can call my mom, xi. but that’s a kind of shame that borders religious. Competence never xii. grasps its confidence. I mush eggs, cheese, dill, into the layers, bury it where not even G-d can find it.