Performance Anxiety

then back away from the field. If I move
back far enough, everyone in the front row
will be still. Be still
you’re witnessing my first time.

A ballooning ballroom expanding

until the beat drops, a letdown

letting you down gently

before the DJ jumps up, afraid to play
something that could offend.

I write: the tall grass is a third wish
wasted and pray

for more wishes as the grasslands end.