I spy my friend KS in the cconcessions line. We greet, she introduces me to her friend, I re-introduce her to the historian. We are going to see the same movie.
KS: Did you go see [eminent poet, who gave a reading this past week. On a weeknight.]
Me: I didn't.
Me: (interrupting--I don't want her to be embarrassed because she asked me this question:) I've heard [Eminent Poet] read before.
KS: ...and if you've heard him once, you don't need to hear him
Me: (interrupting again...this might be a bad habit. Look into it..) No! I love [Eminent Poet]! I love his work, and he's a great reader. But I'm not going to give up ... [shall I admit this? --forging ahead:] my television shows to go ...
KS: [laughs] Right. And you have to watch them when they're on.
Me: That's right. I'm old like that. I want to watch them when they're on.
Me: It's like it's my reward for getting through the day. Poetry almost never does that for me.
[by now at least two people in the line have looked at me with what I imagine are disapproving glances.]
Me: ...and I'm a poet. [pause] It's not good.