Get up and read the unfinished poem

to people who don't really care.

Stand with sloppy sheets of paper

held

in an unwashed

hand

with imperfect fingernails

and read.

Forget to run spell check

Make an error or two

Let your rough and unsanded emotion result in splinters

in the fingernails

of all who touch the poem.

Don't even try to imply

pain

Don't let lust arrive incognito

Don't offer polite moisture as

tears.

Get some spittle in your

manicured mouth.

Get up.

Get up.

Sing a song and hit the wrong notes.

We are all listening for your beautiful mistakes