i really did have that panic attack at the c-span 2 tent.
they were live taping two men wearing suits and sitting in armchairs.
beside them, others were handing out large tote bags that were blood drive red.
i was all shaking, freaked out and looking around wearing a t-shirt.
so i called Simi and smoked a camel as a first floor gargoyle,
shaded and good on the outer rims of campus.
later, i’d weep shyly, like i do.
and in between,
the most expensive mac n cheese
of all my life.