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Just Right

Goldilocks had it
Figured out,
But what is,
“Just Right”?

When she sat down to join
Meno and Socrates
At the coffee shop
They asked her
How do you know
This unknowable thing,
“Just Right”
And she smiled
But did not answer

I have been thinking
About their conversation
Ever since I saw you disappear
Into the airport terminal
Nothing seems to taste,
“Just Right”
I wonder what is
That secret ingredient
You cook with

So,
I went to the coffee shop
And they were sitting there
Waiting for me
Goldilocks asked how the Rhubarb was doing
It grows like always
But no one cuts it down and cooks with it

She smiled
And said that just isn’t right

— Stevenjkashdan, Jul 17, 2026

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

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Editing Stage: Polished draft

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The poem's central conceit—placing Goldilocks in dialogue with Meno and Socrates—is an inventive frame, and it earns its keep because "Just Right" carries genuine philosophical weight in that company. The Meno is precisely the dialogue about how one can seek knowledge of something one cannot already define, so the fairy-tale phrase becomes a real question rather than a decoration. That pairing is the poem's strongest idea.

The turn in the third stanza lands well. The shift from abstract inquiry to a person disappearing into an airport terminal gives the philosophical setup a stake, and the line about nothing seeming to taste "Just Right" grounds the unknowable thing in the ordinary loss of appetite that follows a departure. This is where the poem's abstraction and its feeling meet most cleanly.

The rhubarb in the fourth stanza is the poem's most concrete image, and it does a lot of quiet work: something that keeps growing but goes uncut and uncooked is a precise figure for a life that continues without the person who made use of it. The specificity here is more affecting than the earlier, more conceptual passages, which suggests the poem is at its best when it trusts a single physical detail to carry the idea.

Where the poem is less sure-footed is in the recurring "Just Right" refrain. Because the phrase appears in the title, the opening, the coffee-shop scene, and the final line, its returns begin to feel expected rather than surprising, and the closing "that just isn't right" leans on wordplay that resolves the poem a little too neatly for the ache the third stanza opened. One option would be to let Goldilocks's smile do more and her words do less—the moment where she "smiled but did not answer" earlier is more resonant than the closing line that spells the reversal out.

The punctuation around the refrain is also worth revisiting. The comma before the quoted phrase, as in "seems to taste, / Just Right," recurs several times and reads as a habit rather than a choice; testing whether each instance earns its pause would tighten the lines. Similarly, the second stanza's question to Goldilocks lacks the question mark that its phrasing invites, and deciding deliberately whether these are questions or statements would clarify the tone of that exchange.

One further consideration: the secret ingredient the departed figure "cook[s] with" and the uncut rhubarb are working toward the same metaphor of nourishment and its absence, but they sit in separate stanzas without quite connecting. Drawing a thread between them—so the missing ingredient and the untended rhubarb answer each other—could give the ending the emotional inevitability the wordplay currently reaches for.

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