last night i attended my first ever poetry reading. i mean, i’ve been around people reading poetry before, but this was actually a legit purposefully poetic event. i’ll be honest… i wasn’t too excited. i pretty much only went because i’d do anything for my friend susanne, the hostess. but i liked it! really, i did. and not just because susanne makes the most amazing food ever (fried risotto balls with fresh mozzarella inside… delicious…) but because i felt like i tapped into something pretty intimate, even though i was surrounded by strangers. i read pablo neruda, in english then in spanish. some read their own work. it was really pretty special. nobody snapped, though. i thought that’s what you do at poetry readings… i guess not.