A last minute addition
Uncomfortable with organized spirituality
Of any kind
Reading a poem before intermission,
Too stuck in her head
To notice the gasps of strangers
Thinking,
“I lost to the intermission snacks”
While heading to the truck.
One compliment flew between my ears,
Followed by the buzz and clumping
of every voice…
yes, I wrote them, for a chapbook
I never put a price on the book..$5?
Well, I didn’t bring any copies to sell
It would be unfair to sell the copy i used today.
“He borrowed $5 from someone to get my book and he wants an ‘autograph’? Shit…”
Breaking through the huddle
Took 15 minutes
There is hope for this writer yet…
SickyBeat 