My High Five with Jimmy Fallon: A Poem

 

“Palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy” Oh wait, that’s an Eminem lyric that I’m copying Jimmy, he’s here coming towards the front I think “Wow this might just be my shot” My hand reaches out without a care The person next to me thinks “What’s her hand doing there?” Eyes touch, he pauses in mid-air A glance, perhaps, or just a stare  It’s just then, that our hands collide We were perfectly aligned  I thought at first, “Clammy?” But then I realized that I just made it on TV So thanks Jimmy for that moment  A moment that I’ll never be able to forget