I'm so happy my arm could fall off. Just read to a not-empty house at the Black Stilt Cafe. Probably didn't rock it, but I got up and made poetry-noises into a mic (which I also didn't fuck up) and I think some people liked it. The Black Stilt is actually quite a nice place, very new, damn good veggie pasta-ish stuff. I read three poems, two old
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