ARGGGGH! It’s tonight! I’m going on stage without paper and I’m going to try something experimental. ARRRRRRRRGH!
I’ll be wearing lipstick and a cat jumper and being all together too comfortable in my skin which I am not used to but BYP has made me feel like I can be myself and be accepted for who I am.
My poem is about not making sense. Another scary thought as my biggest fear as a poet is that no one will ‘get’ the poem – not that it will go over their head because I’m so dense and clever and whatnot but because I’ll have tried to be those things and just end up sounding stupid.