giving a speech

only a minute ago a red-eyed rabbit has stared at me
in the bathroom’s mirrow // it’s friday night an I’m tired

the audience is quiet // the audience is quizzical

all words and sentences seem to be locked in a dormant volcano
will it explode on time I wonder? // and fuck do I remember my first line?

just like in my recurrent dreams when everything goes wrong //

in my dreams when I cannot read my notes
// when nobody is listening

I try to remember that giving a good speech feels like having sex
damn I need the words // they are my hands

the audience seems curious now // one more minute and I go out there

and speak // just like I always do

 

 

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