Project Description

Blustered in like wind.

Filled the space with his slender frame.

Pushed through darkness

as if it should be humbled to host him.

As if I too should bow down

Step back in awe

almost allow, ignorant elbows to post

on the edge of the host’s podium.

My presence not worth peeling his eyes forward

callously close to stealing my seat,

my voice.

He steps in front.

Somehow unflustered,

I do not permit.

I insist to the host

In a voice equally admirable and unrecognizable,

“I truly would prefer to be seated first, as I was here first.”

Blustering man absorbs into the handheld blue light, steps back.

Stepping forward into the bar’s soft glow, I feel bold.