It was nice seeing you

Evenings like this make me happy that "Poet" is not a viable career option. For anyone.

The fact that I ended up at a poetry jam/slam should not be a surprise; I've ended up at weirder places, to be sure. I recited one chapter from my work-in-progress, "Text Messages My Chiropractor Has Sent Me":

April 23, 7:52 p.m.

When you dozed off on my table this afternoon
I put my thumb in your butt