Poetry slams made her feel like Alice encountering the book: Jabberwocky, in her adventures in Wonderland. Pleasantly confused and wanting to know more, even if she wasn’t sure what of.
Most poems made her want to barf. But poetry slam folks want to share themselves with you! Even if it’s nonsense. Everything is open to interpretation. And chances are the artist/performer knows exactly what they’re trying to convey.
She hears a colorful verse about a man stuck in nursery rhyme hell: falling over Jack and Jill tumbling down the hill, wanting to eat Humpty Dumpty for breakfast, trying to chase the spider before it scares little Miss Muffett. Definitely an audience favorite. It doesn’t hurt that the writer is charismatic and comfortable on stage.
Her friend, who is in a local band, teases her and begs her to go on stage. She really would like to get over this phobia of speaking in front of people.
Band friend Billy writes something on a piece of paper. It’s brief. Why not – she’s never going to see most of these people again.
I am we todd did
I am sofa king
We tod did.
She says it once more. Everyone starts laughing.
Okay, that was awesome. Who can she pull this on?
