i went to my first poetry reading last night.

naomi shihab nye.

she is famous or something.

i was very bored.

ted kooser was there.

that was 'okay by me'.

a girl in front of me kept looking at her friend

when some funny thing was read,

her face was like,

'we are both experiencing this together,

isn't that wonderful?'

i imagined i was a giant moth

hovering over ted kooser's head.

afterward i was exploring around the stage.

someone wanted to take a picture of naomi and ted.

naomi told me to move out of the way.

i said 'okay'.