This is ridiculous.
I’ll happily address hundreds in a throng
Or speak with anyone about uncomfortable topics
Give me the chance to
control the structure and format
Of the conversation
I’ll settle into a rhythm
Put me in an interview?
My stomach fills my shoes
Waves of anxious heat sweep my body.
Worse, it’s not usually better once it starts.
It won’t take long, I know.
I just hope whatever I say helps them
To make the right decision.
I wouldn’t want to be in their seats, either.