Poetry Slam

Humming quietly in my corner

Rocking back and forth so s l o w l y

You can’t even notice.

I’m listening to my favorites

(Whitman, Cummings, Williams)

And some that I can’t escape

(Dickinson, Eliot, Sandburg)

My very own mental poetry slam.

I’m in the corner, humming softly

And writing my own lines on paper napkins.

When I smile, ink bleeds out.