Writing is—even if it’s done privately—still always a performance. And I think writers/readers tend to forget that, especially because the “writing is a lonely practice” idea is so deeply ingrained. Which I guess brings to mind an interesting but maybe silly question which is: when I’m alone at my desk “performing” the writing of a poem, who am I performing for? It’s not quite myself and it’s not quite “the reader” or a potential future reader. It’s like a collaborative improvisational performance between me and language itself.