Bassoons are idly chuckling in the orchestra,
and in the aisle, popcorn crackles underfoot
as the last audience member hurries to find her seat.
I stand center stage
wondering what play this is
and how I came to be standing here.
The curtain opens.
I am naked.
And I have not even seen my lines!
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The Prompt: Naked with Black Socks––Are you comfortable in front of people, or does the idea of public speaking make you want to hide in the bathroom? Why? *