9.18.13

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