My theme song, my mode, my only poetry ritual. Before every reading I’ve ever given, I’ve found a quiet place to sit alone, put on headphones, and listen to this song. To get my head right. To remember. When it ends I exhale, walk back inside, climb up on stage and leap off a cliff– Hoping, praying I sprout wings before impact.
A-side: Tacobel Canon
handkerchief tied to stick 