Reading a poem out loud feels odd
like dancing with varying degrees
of clothing in front people
you don’t even know
Then again how could anyone reading
it in a book get this moment
the weird verbal bravery
running the space between us?
or how it is being judged
over there or felt here
or even if this is considered
anything close to poetry
Is this poetry?
I don’t know It just feels
raw and undefined and
confusingly vulnerable
quite similar to my life