I read my poetry for the first time ever aloud
And I got into character-
The character of me-
The bubbly me that screams and jumps for joy in Starbucks
The me that thinks of the world as a vast scope of niceness
I like that me
And I try to be her as often as I can
And I read with my weird ruddy voice
Peppered with cheerful squeaks
I read about something happy
Whereas other rapped on the spot
Of sorrow and all the things that make me cry
But the president was there
The Prince of Columbia
(The college not the country)
And he smiled a pedagogical all-knowing smile
As the words leaped off my coffee-flavored tongue
Then he left but things went on
It's stormy outside
No really, actually
The Librarian quarantined us inside
Lest we drown in the downpour
I even got a text from some unknown somebody
It said, "Danger! Don't go outside!"
So we all stayed in.
And had oatmeal cookies
And read more poems.
I love this atmosphere so much.
It reminded me of queertopia, for obvious reasons
And anything that reminds me of queertopia is good in my book
At the end I was greeted by the one who organized the reading
She said, "I'm so glad you could make it!"
I thanked her and said, "Certainly! Will there be more?"
The passion burned my cheeks in the nicest way.
I went outside
Though I shouldn't have
And swam home
The brisk raindrops kissed my round red cheeks
This went better than expected
Probably since I prayed all day for the chance
To think, I read two when I doubted I'd even get to read one
Oh, I feel charming and charmed
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