Slam Poem: The Money.

august 18th, 2014

Yah so the alienating poems went way better than I thought they would. Vlad stayed home this time and I won. Theory supported by ongoing evidence: that I never win when Vlad is there at the slam. The unconditional love! It breaks my form! The affection and touch! I need sexual frustration to really punch it!

Last night was the first time I felt I'd robbed another poet. I was awesome; she was better.
Shameaca! You were so cool about it, but I felt weird! We will meet again!