06/21/2023
I hadn't been to the since I was 15 and I mostly remember being nervous. My uncle had published a novel, and asked me to read some passages at the Café for him. I guess my baritone voice was still impressive for my age. It was also, somehow, the first time I took the train by myself. I went into the city right after school, and had been told to get off at the last stop and meet a family member, who would guide me the rest of the way. I recall the Café being huge and being the only kid in there; nice and out of place, just the way a teen would like it. But last Wednesday, I made the trip back, and squeezed into a packed house to watch my first poetry slam in a long time.
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