Random Leaf #2004 precisely cut

I focus on the line—

why does it go there,

and there—

then suddenly,

oh? a face.

Wait—how do I do the hair?

My hand just goes

there and there—

oh boy, now where are we?

Fine. That’s good enough.

Then the neck—oh boy, what happened?

The shoulders, the arms,

the torso, the legs—

I lift my pencil.

Not yet there.

Then I laugh.