I Practiced

I practiced in the shower.

I practiced in the car.

I practiced in a downtown

karaoke sushi bar.

I practiced in the basement.

I practiced in my head.

I practiced on my bicycle.

I practiced in my bed.  

But the fact is,

though I act as

if I practice

all the time,

it still seems

I’m either

stuck before

or getting past

my prime.

I practiced in the darkness.

I practiced while I read.

I practiced full of confidence,

I practiced full of dread.

I practiced for the living,

I practiced for the dead —

maybe I practiced

when I should have just been doing it

instead?