I step onto the platform,
and the nerves hit me
like a bucket of water.
The room once smaller than a classroom
now looms over me like a cavernous cathedral.
I don't recognize the voice that
spills back at me through the monitor
and the words I'm reading off the page
look more Greek than English.
I say thank yous more
than I ever have in my life.
When I finish I vibrate
like a cellphone,
but my body shakes not
when the message arrives,
but when my message has sent.
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