Here’s the prompt I have to FredTheHeretic, which is the opening of this article:
I want you to make a poem out of the following vignette:
Here’s the scene: A middle school auditorium in suburban New Jersey early in the Fall. It’s late Saturday afternoon on the second day of a dance competition. The auditorium is filled—but only loosely—with young dancers and their parents, other family, and friends. They’re all waiting for the final performance of the competition.
Some hip hop comes up on the sound system and a ...
