Anecdotes and testaments,
half-remembered precedents;
they set the stage so thusly for
a script that's read in silence.
Eyes may widen as it's skimmed -
shorn, revised and marred by whim -
but as your panic settles in,
it's handed back and purchased.
An audition for your draft.
Your chest tightens as you laugh.
You think aloud, "It's not so bad.
At least it wasn't worthless."