in my seat
I became aware
of my entire physical presence.
Was I sweating?
Was I sitting weird?
Was I taking up too much space?
Was I clapping too loud?
Ben Shelton was serving
like his life depended on it
and I was worried
about farting on an Oscar winner.
Did Brad Pitt hear that?
Did Brad Pitt smell that?
Is Brad Pitt looking at my back
or is he watching Ben Shelton?
Do I look like a man with cancer
or just a man who ate too much?
I wonder if Brad Pitt knows
I’m thinking about farting in front of him.
I wonder if this is what being alive is.
Watching tennis.
Having cancer.
Trying not to fart on Brad Pitt.