Tonight is the reading and I got back into bed after clattering through the kitchen, cleaning out drawers and cupboards and making a pile for Good Will. I washed the windows with vinegar. I put a huge plant on the table so I won't forget to take it to the office tomorrow. My plants become huge. Very large. They take over the room.
I think I'm supposed to live in an enormous house with 20 foot ceilings. My plants would look normal there.
Ten minutes to read is an ETERNITY.
I haven't read since Rebecca and I read at the Seattle Center, outside. We read to a few people and to the grass. And the trees. I enjoyed it. But tonight there will be several other poets and their friends and I'm unaccountably nervous.
Gawd.
My ceilings are really high but my plants are still too big and when I have to bring them in in the winter, it's ridiculous. Jungle-like. I feel as if we should issue machetes to guests.
ReplyDeleteYou will read with gusto and with grace. It will be awesome!