Last night read at a poetry slam
http://www.cafedeuxsoleils.com/
during the open mike
i was the first reader
and read the following
(written 15 or so years ago)
when i was living on the drive
Toby Shook
she wore a tight red dress
danced crazy
took her home
and we fucked
three times that night
she screamed so loud i thought she’d wake the neighbors
and after that
i called her everyday
for months
but she was getting married
to a plastic surgeon
with a nice view of the ocean
but it didn’t work out
and the next time she came to my bed
i pulled her hair and she ran from the room crying
and i lay in bed wondering
and i went to her
she told me
of being new in Canada
Chinese
no mother,
abused by teachers
she cried a little bit more
we hugged a little bit more
she bowed her head
stuck her ass in the air
I entered.
The end
A few people clapped.
A poet friend said 
“You scared them.”
and Vincent kept talking 
well into his second bottle
so they asked him to leave
I think i made a good impression
a J story
my grandmother and mother wanted to put me into a garbage can because i am a girl and look like my father.
They hate my father and girls.
I was sick because they took the money my father was giving me
$12 a month which was good money in 1965
and fed me rice so i don’t have nutrition
and my mother has to take time off work to take me to the hospital ,
i am my mothers second child
my brother is a year older, healthy and well liked
they wish i die slowly
because they still want to get the monthly payment…
they want the money and not me…
on my mothers side of the family no one works…
i am only a baby…what can i do?…
my mother loves other people more than me…
i never had a birthday present from my mother…
why does she love people and not me?…
why does she give me life?
no clothes, no outings,no park, no movie
all i do is study…
in my school we have six classes of fifty students…
three hundred student at my level
i am the number one student and they put my name in the school lobby…
everyone knows this except my mother…
when the teacher asks is she not proud to have such a smart daughter
she is quiet.
When we get home she watches me a long time
her face has many meanings…
I’m too busy and i don’t talk to her often
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