I Am A Dork (But this is ok)

So, sometimes people who like to imagine themselves poets (Lars) will be coerced by well-meaning friends to go to open-mike nights at local coffee shops. This is acceptable, and not terribly hard to do. Then, said poet ("poet"?) will sign up to recite a piece, without actually thinking about the fact that there will be a multitude of other, more experienced, arguably more talented poets and musicians who will take the mike first. This will FREAK HER OUT. In a very calm, internal way. You can't freak out while eating crepes. It's not cool. So,, when it comes time to recite her piece, Lars will forgo the longer, more polished piece, and spit this out:

This Morning

I woke up

unbraided

my still wet hair,

and thought of you.

I am not laughing

the way you were

last night.

This will be followed by an awkward silence that lasts for probably only 5 seconds, but actually it will feel longer. Lars will then awkwardly sit down as people realize that was it, and clap. Commence the jokes about brevity.

BUT, it was the first time. And I did it. So you know what? I can be a dork. Next time will be better.