Poet  You are not reading this poem. You cannot feel the sunlight tickle my face, Or the soothing, vibrating hum. You cannot sway through the turns, Or scream, “I love you, baby!” At the top of your lungs, Again and again and again. You probably don’t even know Frank Zappa or the Turtles. You cannot hear me rattling on about them, You, with your jobs and your taxes, You are not reading this poem. #NaPoWriMo