Maybe because there was no slam?
Maybe because the open mic was filled with poems by women?
I don't know why but save for the Brit hairy face dude, tonights raise the red tent was incredibly hella cool. Slendiphorous even. The features were incredible. I am very bad with names but the first feature esspecially struck a chord. I had a wonderful night and I presented a poem by one of my new found friends from nationals by the name of Kat Sanford of Palo Alto California. I was planning on reading one of Olivia Mercury Pepper's poems but I didn't have it down in time. I think they both rock so Olivia's spot will be saved for a later date. After that poem I read a new poem that went very well with the crowd. Manu people, strangers and familiars, thanked me for my poem during the breaks and at the end of the night. It was just incredible.

I am now on the four train, on my way to be with my love. I missed her tonight and I knew that I would see her at the end of the night. I should be writing in the present tense since I am not yet in her waiting arms. Very soon though. I will actually publish this post before I see her, then text her to let her know that I have a new post. Spelling it all out here probably defeats the purpose, but there is no purpose, it just is so. I miss her, now as I do when we are away from eachother for any given amount of time. I know I do but I belive we both fear that this effect will wear off with time. I don't think they would but when somethings are just too incredible, I fear that faith hasn't had it's laugh. It has to feed it's greedy appetite with pain, grief and sorrow. Too dramatic? Well maybe but hey I am a drama queen, aren't I?
Oh well. I have some quick inspiration so it is time for me to quit this post and return to the page. Yes pen and page, my new found glory of sorts.

Thank you for reading.