I read poetry tonight in Kirkland. It could have been worse. It could have been Everett, though I have nothing against Everett. It's just farther away from my leetle home.
Then we ate sushi and drank sake. Sake is yummy, esp the cunning wee cups. The poetry had nothing to do with sushi. It was a mall moment. The bookstore was in a mall. There are many malls in Kirkland and they all look alike. I couldn't find the bookstore and I almost gave up in despair but with perseverance and help from a nice QFC lady, I found the effing bookstore and my friend who was reading. She read a lot of sexy poems with great verve. I was surprised because I hadn't seen her verve before. Most enjoyable.