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Hello all!

I'm on my way to my third karaoke night in four days. The one I went to last night was in Milan, a very small town about 25 minutes away from where I live. One of the women I work with lives there, so I asked her if she'd heard of the place that had the karaoke, and she described it as a "hick bar". That scared me a bit, but I went anyway. I got there and counted four pick-up trucks in the parking lot. ( When I went in )

I'm not trying to be racist. But there are times when a person has to be careful. This is true much of the time if you're a woman; this is often true if you're black. I happen to be both, so in some instances I try to be doubly cautious.

Tonight's karaoke is in the same bar as the one I visited a few days ago. Comparatively, I'm not worried at all. I think it'll be fun. I wonder if I'll see that guy again.

Oh, before I forget....

My mom handed me my mail this afternoon, and as I was expecting I received my check stub from my automatic deposit. But also I had an envelope from The Louisville Review. Not really having much of an idea of what could be inside the envelope, I opened it and found that they want to publish my poem "Invisible, Bare". I was so stunned. It's been about a year since I've sent out any of my poems for consideration. I checked my log and, sure enough, it's been about a year since I mailed my submission packet to them. So, yeah.

This gives me more confidence to start sending out poems again, because my skills really started to improve right around a month or two after that poem was written.

Anyway, here is ( Invisible, Bare )