01-22-04

*Erp.* Busy, busy, busy girl.

Strange things are afoot. I read more poems last Sunday evening in two venues. In both places the audience reacted with enthusiasm. A friend said this in an e-mail:

I talked to some people and it looks like you're quite the hit at the old poetry reading...you should keep those hits coming, because you seem to be releasing everyone's oxytocin en masse and making it seem like naked spring though we're in the heart of bleak winter. Basically, it seems that the ladies began to ovulate simultaneously and the men felt a surge of masculine lust and the energy became intense for many.

Great googly-moogly.

My favourite comment was from a guy in the bathroom line. He said that he'd just started dating a girl and the night before was the first time they'd "canoodled." (Canoodled!) I had a line in one poem about kissing a shoulder. He said that it brought back the experience for him. Isn't that lovely?

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