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beitrag von: SylviaP

Keeping My Head Above Water

I read in the library the day before yesterday. Aloud.

I wore a purple jacket and sneakers to match my nails and my glasses. The  library provided a purple cloth for my table. 

Purple was thanks to practising Jenny Joseph’s beloved poem  “When I am Old” https://barbados.org/poetry/wheniam.htm

The audience listened, the audience clapped. People asked questions. Why a fictional memoir? 

Because they/we are all beautiful liars. 

I sold three books, the local bookshop took five on consignment.

Yesterday in the library, I saw a woman who hadn’t been at my purple gig borrow my book. That will go towards lending rights payments. 

Every little bit helps. 
In my city and in yours