It takes so much courage to read at open mic. I admire you. I did it once when I was staying with my friend Kati in Brooklyn. She announced my name, to read. I was shocked. I had nothing to say, no poems in the notebook tucked into my front pocket so I just described the scene in front of me and called it curtains since it was the end of the night.
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It takes so much courage to read at open mic. I admire you. I did it once when I was staying with my friend Kati in Brooklyn. She announced my name, to read. I was shocked. I had nothing to say, no poems in the notebook tucked into my front pocket so I just described the scene in front of me and called it curtains since it was the end of the night.
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