Dag, yo

I have to perform a poem or two today in Performance of Literature class. I'm a little worried that I won't get a good grade, just because I'm not doing something self-absorbed and arty like delivering the poems while hanging upside down from the ceiling and writhing about to the accompaniment of Tibetan Buddhist chant. I'm simply sitting there and doing them as sort of monologues, because both of my pieces are very internalized and broody and it just seems ridiculous to have some meaningless prop and try to explain later how, "The broken banjo is like the speaker's soul, man."

Maybe I'm just not cut out to be an artist.