Poetry reading at Handsome Willy’s – so L had told me some backstory on J that sounded negative but when J recounted the same backstory it sounded sympathetic. So then T was there to read his poetry and he was cool, calm and collected but then the flop sweats came over him and I wondered about the last thing he had said – I’m not hot in this jacket – so then D was there, tall like a giraffe and N said he is another monster cuz he’s high school (read: in his brain) – and he didn’t admit to what might be going on with J who looks so pretty these days, she’s almost like a Victorian porcelain doll – onto a completely different, J, who was hooked up with A when I first met him, but now is with another did admit to maybe being led astray and I said, dude you let me get kicked out of the Maple Leaf and you think I might be the least bit sympathetic? So next time I pass your house and you are out in the street with A having an argument (like they were the other night) I am yelling out the window – yes, he did fuck her – and he laughed and said he could see my feeling that way.
But the truth is that the first reader read a piece about rape and revenge, and the next read about having been born with a large nose, and then T read numbered short observations – and they were like the Snake’s – and they were good and it made me wonder about what it is that I slice and dice in my own mind and it goes something like – well how could I tell you the haikus in my mind? – but then what would all this be about without trying to tell you?
Naturally, it’s all about not going to the dark side even when it beckons. Right?