I read some poetry and prose out on at a short story night. This is the first time I have done such a thing, and it was terrifying.
My hands were shaking. I was wearing too much grey. I had torn a bit of my paper off to put chewing gum in without thinking. I read too fast. People were sitting in intimidating chairs. I started with a poem. I didn’t know how to write poetry. It didn’t rhyme. I had drunk some wine (lots of wine.)
But it went okay! Like, I think. I don’t know. No one punched me afterwards. Continue reading “Hands”