Hopefully I'll enjoy this...

No one warned us that a monsoon would overshadow Marion. But the rain came. The streets were washed and the basements filled. I've now spent a lot of time rescue-driving and being a piece of salvaging-assembly lines. I'm feeling in need of a boost.

Poetry's about to be read at our house. It's not like a slam for hipsters. It's a hob-knob for friends. Our poetry will be layered with jokes and conversations and questions. Super casual. The candles are lit and the house is clean and the people are milling about...