Lukewarm Reception: A Sonnet

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My lime-scented aria reached
only the first row of the auditorium.
It seems I’ve not succeeded
in making a point, if indeed a point
is what I’ve set out to make.
I can’t properly express myself
without a caffeine headache.
For once, I’d like to quake with relief,
with satisfaction, anything
other than the feeling which follows
a glorious fuck-up.
Silence, sweet sinewy silence,
tuck me under your arm,
and deliver me from disquiet!

-r. miller

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