Hi again. In late 2013 I was living just outside Boston, bored and lonely, fresh out of college, working a bad office job and a dreaming of one day going to grad school. My whole life seemed to exist in the past or the future; in the present, I did not, really, have much going on. One day I heard about this monthly poetry reading series at an independent bookstore just down the road from me, run by a local poet who had a small press in the city. The series was called BASH. I didn’t have too much of a relationship with poetry at the time, but I saw an event listing for it on Facebook and I thought it might make me feel inspired, or cultured, or something, so I asked my partner to attend it with me. Then I asked two of our friends to come with us, including my friend
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