At the Green Mill Poetry Slam, a poet of a certain age came up to the stage and read a poem that traversed her life in terms of what superpowers she had as she started in life and where she is now. I loved it. It, as poetry is supposed to do, spoke to me.
I was meeting the Heavy Metal Princess for the first time, her sitting inches from me and me being enthralled but cautious, and this specific reading brought me out of that mesmeric state for a few minutes as I contemplated the same for myself.
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