I wrote this after a bad morning trying to submit old paper work for food stamps in person. My ticket number was A003. My paystubs were a month too old and I have terrible luck with remembering passwords, so it’s not an easy feat to get them. UGh. Then my phone decided to not work. I wrote a poem about my hell-logicked life, then I wrote this poem and it made it all feel not so bad. The poem ends with wherever the audience and performer are.
For all the glory of this cosmological phenom, I was at work in cloudy San Francisco, where we had an informal viewing party. I lost my phone so I had nothing else to do but glance at it and enjoy the company of my fellow coworkers. Same day, I performed this piece at the Octopus. I’ve never been so topical in my performances. One time performance!
I’ve workshopped this piece before for a 10-minute slot. Trying to do it in five was a fun challenge. The one about the Armory was really funny. When I asked that audience member and she said that the best part of her week was two parties at the SF Armory, I was inspired, lol. Read this post for more about that.