I Felt Important
Saved by Britt Gage
More than anything else it was this feeling that captivated me—the feeling that, literally, made me captive.
Saved by Britt Gage
Finally, here was the world's constantly broken promise of transcendence, the cosmic wonder I'd chased impatiently ever since I was a child, rounding every corner with an eager smile that faltered just as quickly. I'd been waiting my whole life to find a feeling this big. It was a religious conversion.
After years of feeling that way, it was strange to wake up and read a poem every day, and to feel I had grown intimate with it, tender with its idiosyncrasies of form and rhythm. For four or five weeks this went on, the poem becoming as falsely natural as a piercing, a foreign body fitted snugly into the internal and external material of my life.
of attention is an implicitly erotic state, and I spread my exotic wings under the students’ bland collective gaze.