Last weekend was the Paterson Poetry Prize Reading. It was fantastic! I was so moved by the readings of my fellow poets that I had a dream last night about the poems they read, only all the poets were elongated and getting taller and taller as they read. Gail Fishman Gerwin was reading her poem about her Paterson legs while Lowell Jaeger was reading about learning to dance, which in the dream morphed into a dance with an Electrolux Vacuum. January O'Neil was addressing a bowl of okra, saying, No one believes in you like I do. And Meg Kearney kept blaming me for her need to read the poem, "First Blow Job."