shout out to my NPS homies
To all of you who are in Austin right now:
I want to BE you.
Yes, you, with all your excitement shining in your eyes and on your skin. You, with the back of your neck prickling as you wait to take the mic. You, packed in a hotel room full of poets bickering and giggling and worrying and rampaging together. You, watching the competition and feeling your stomach waterfall over the gorgeous words of some poet you love... and desperately want to beat. You, hosting and organizing and interviewing and managing and keeping it all together so the seams don't ever ever show.
You are that good. You go.
I want to BE you.
Yes, you, with all your excitement shining in your eyes and on your skin. You, with the back of your neck prickling as you wait to take the mic. You, packed in a hotel room full of poets bickering and giggling and worrying and rampaging together. You, watching the competition and feeling your stomach waterfall over the gorgeous words of some poet you love... and desperately want to beat. You, hosting and organizing and interviewing and managing and keeping it all together so the seams don't ever ever show.
You are that good. You go.
