Hannah and I read poetry the other night at Cornelia Street Cafe in the West Village. It was a lovely experience. Here's a video, which I cringed through as I watched and am now forcing myself to upload so the entire Internet can see.
Zac awesomely recorded/edited this for Hannah and me. There was a part at the beginning, which he cut, where I put my sunglasses on and said, "I have to put my sunglasses on, 'cuz otherwise I can't see." I was trying to make a joke. No one laughed, which made me meta-nervous because I was all, if they're not gonna laugh then they're not gonna cry. But as far as first readings go, s'aight, I think. A couple older, more legit poets complimented me after I was finished, which I'm sure was completely unrelated to alcohol. You be the judge.
Words I don't want in my biography: regret, timid, and rusty needles.
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