Weinrich's is 10 minutes from my home. The gig was from 7 to 8:30 pm.
Since I was the poet/host, it was incumbent upon me to get there a little early.
I was not early. In the last frenzied 45 minutes before I left home, I was:
- injecting insulin and eating something (I ate it in the car - a slice of the most delicious mango I've ever eaten and a hunk of cheese)
- selecting a dress. Somewhere in one of my three closets was a red dress I'd never worn. It was my fave kind of dress: a free hand-me-down.
I located it in my upstairs hall closet, then ran a washcloth over my totally sweaty body (A/C not necessary, it was only 88 in the house) and I sit a foot from whirring fan
Tried it on and lo! it fit.
Now all I needed to do was put the finishing touches on Drowning Ants and revising the poem I wrote today about diabetes.
I am a highly organized person. Most of the time.
When I packed my poetry supplies for the gig, I forgot Drowning Ants and packed the old version of the Diabetes poem, plus the new version.
While reading the old version to the packed audience, I realized - quelle horreurs! - that I'd excised half the lines I was reading.
They were simply dreadful!
I stooped down and reached into my bag and pulled out the revised version.
I finished up with that.
My poems were unimportant. The 15 or so poets who would read were the most important part of the show.
Stay tuned for part two.
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