the shell cracks
Today -- tonight I went to another poetry reading at a fairly large coffee shop. There weren't many people there for it. Really it was the same people from two weeks ago when I went for the first time. One of the hosts saw me get my journal out and asked me if I was going to read. I gave him some excuse that I wasn't ready, that these pieces weren't finished, etc.
And they're not. But when I noticed the ribbon of poetry books near the stage, and I noticed that many people were reading works not their own ... well, I had to read the poem entitled "fuck you, I'm wonder woman."
And read I did.
It went over fairly well. I found a few other pieces that I might have wanted to read, but I wasn't done riding the high of the first one.
So! Success! (and to the little voice that tells me to be afraid of success: fuck you. )
And that is all. Work has been incredibly stressful & not worth talking about.
And they're not. But when I noticed the ribbon of poetry books near the stage, and I noticed that many people were reading works not their own ... well, I had to read the poem entitled "fuck you, I'm wonder woman."
And read I did.
It went over fairly well. I found a few other pieces that I might have wanted to read, but I wasn't done riding the high of the first one.
So! Success! (and to the little voice that tells me to be afraid of success: fuck you. )
And that is all. Work has been incredibly stressful & not worth talking about.