he greeted me with a generous smile in spite
of my tardy arrival, rushing in from the heat
my poems tucked under my armpit
as if to hide them from his critical eye
my tardiness swept aside, he inquired
so gently what i hoped to accomplish here
with him, and the security guard sitting so close
did I have to tell him, too
he was not there to pick apart the words, themes, rhythms
and so i responded
very carefully, whispering the question
whether
these poems tucked under the armpit
will breathe better once released.
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