I'm sitting at a table with Steve Martin, Maya Angelou and Claire Danes. They egg me on to hear my latest poem. Finally, I relent.
"I'll step from the top of my headstone
to the bottom of the stars."
Steve looks bored, Claire laughs at me obviously hating the poem, and Maya seems to be on the verge of tears.
She touchs my hand and says "that was lovely."
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