Poetry For Alex (by sarah)
Tonight I am going to be doing my fourth Earshot at Slak Comedy Club in Cheltenham, I am going to read out a geology poem called Rivers it isn't a very good poem but its the only one I had got round to showing him. Then I am going to read one about feelings in the abstract that I condensed out of dream. It is about a butterfly called chaos and probably makes no scense to anyone but me.
I have been writing lots of stuff about Alex and finding old poems about the caving and stuff we did. Poetry wasn't his thing but he would meet up with me before the events somewhere in Cheltenham.
I'm strangly not nervous when normally I'm petrified of readings - I find I just dont care and its like functioning outside of me. I am an automaton.