Four poets were in my bathroom last night...

I went to a poetry reading last night.  I’m pretty sure none of the poets who read have genetic defects.  I sat in the front row.  The poets who read were twenty-nine to thirty-seven inches away from me.  Before the reading started I thought maybe I would touch the poets’ legs as they read.  I didn’t.  I guess I forgot.  It would have made the reading slightly more interesting if I had remembered to touch their legs while they were reading.  It would have been interesting to see which poets would have been uncomfortable and which would have gone with it.

None of the poets were famous.  I don’t think any of them were Shel Silverstein or that little animal from the Leprechaun movies that recited dirty limericks before it killed people.  I’m pretty sure more people would have showed up if either of those two people had read.

One of the poets said, “Masturbation,” and then a little while later said, “Biscuit steam.”  In between she made a face (see picture below).  Also, she said she failed math when she was in high school.  She wrote a poem about failing math.

After the reading I ate three pieces of cheese and two cookies.  I wish I had eaten more.  I’m not sure why I didn’t.  The bookstore’s owner’s wife was sitting by the cheese.  Maybe I felt self conscious. 

Later, I invited some of the poets in my program to my apartment.  We all went to 7-11.  Some of the poets bought Big Gulps.  Some of them didn’t.  I kind of wish all of them had bought a Big Gulp.  It would make the stereotype of poets much more interesting.

At my place all the poets stood in my bathroom and made fun of my sinks.  One of them referenced the post I would make about them being in my bathroom.  Another poet said something funny and I told them I was definitely going to mention it in this post, but I forgot what they said so I couldn’t mention it. 

Later, all the poets left my bathroom and I walked to 7-11 and bought a Big Gulp.