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  • Gary Hunter

Theatre of Word - Feb. 19, 2022

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


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