Under a Saturday sun in the church parking lot, a poet behind the mic says, “I had brain surgery seven days ago. Buy my chapbook and I’ll show you my scar.” Weaving through the dwindling crowd, I approach with a ten and glimpse jagged line breaks on every beautiful page.
Guy Biederman lives on a houseboat, serves as valet to a dainty Tuxedo, and writes during catnaps which are short but fortunately frequent.
Lovely!
Instantly engaging. Wonderful and clever. Thank you.
Wonderful– totally sucked me in– change ten to a five,,, idiot reader thought you were going for an autograph, not a a purchase.. Good work!
I may be too naive an audience. I thought it was a chatbook…with a typo. I learned something new. Thanks. Bumbled and humbled, again.
And did you see the scar? Very enjoyable!