packed and sitting
already ready already
twenty seven hours
early for my flight
a low pressure
anxiety meets a
high strung excitement
to meet the friends
who have remained
incorporeal online
reading and rereading
my reading so i don’t
stumble over words
prepared to face the
face of disappointment
when sad word boy
doesn’t live up to
anyone’s expectations

already ready already
for a fashionably late
arrival to williamsburg
to tumble in a storm of
manic sleeplessness amid
a sea of unfamiliar
familiarities as i try
not to embarrass myself
by being me in front of
the people i admire
twenty seven hours in
a hell of my own device