Last Friday, a certain poet organized a reading in her home to celebrate two new books of poetry. One book was mine. The other belonged to Dan Albergotti and is entitled The Boatloads.

The living room/dining room only fit so many people, and attendees were mellow about having to stand or sit on the floor. Perhaps they were mellow because those standing had the best view of the Washington Monument. How can anyone complain when there are twinkly lights to be seen?

Thank you, Dan Albergotti. Thank you, kind poetry hostess. Thank you, attendees.