There was a time for sure that I thought I could do slam poetry. I had seen a couple slam poetry shows or events. I had read winning poetry slam entries. I had even started recording my own slam poetry verses on my walks home from improv classes. [I'm sure that was a site to behold...this crazy girl walking home at 11 pm at night talking to herself into her cell phone...repeating phrases that were off-slant rhyme.]
But this, this is absolutely incredible. And I can't really say that too many times. And it blows my mind so far out of the water that I will never even think that I could be a slam poet again.
SP: Religion is …
AM: A house with no walls that can still stand. A manual for a telephone to God.
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