I did not read tonight at the Poetry Reading. I didn’t bring the poems with me. The one I have almost feels too shameful, to tender to read. Too grotesque. Too slutty. But it’s real, right? Clarify.
I didn’t watch the debates because I wasn’t here and all the FB statuses are already talking of lack of moderation and boredom, so why bother? I know who I am voting for.
I’m writing every day, not because I have something to say. But to keep it flowing.