So I read the poem last night, the one where I respond to someone who doesn't feel that suicide is an important topic or not worthy of a stage. You guys read the rough first draft a few posts ago, but it is edited and new. It was a strong reading, I was able to express myself okay on page and on stage. A few people tried to give me a pep talk, get me away from the ledge. That was even kinda funny. It was a dope time and Sabrina was super duper wow last night. She read the poem about the puddles of mis-directed sperm left on bellys and navels, and even said that it was because I love that poem. I blushed all the way in the merch table. It is a very good poem.

Life is weird.
I guess.