When I used to hand out flyersand put poems on the back of them
with my website
promoting my poetry
as much as the specific show
where I would do my poetry
(even though I called them "pieces"
instead of "poetry"
because "poetry"
is "fancy schmancy"
and "pieces"
is "down to earth")
I would often get comments back.

Quite often, I would hear how some girl put a poem up
on the fridge or on her mirror
for years – though I was pretty sure
I couldn’t remember seeing her ever come to a show.
Still, flattering, I guess…
The flyers didn’t seem to be effective reminders of the website
to look at the monthly tracking.

There came a time
when a guy mentioned that he found a typo
on my flyer, and he asked if I minded being shown.
"Of course not," said I,
and he handed me a red-marked sheet
where every line had something wrong with it.
Yes, there was a "teh" where a "the" should be
but there was also a "Jeebus"
that he thought was a misspelling of "Jesus"
and he didn’t seem to understand my convention
of NOT capitalizing the first letter of a line
if it is not the beginning of a sentence.

I looked up from the paper.
He looked at me, expectantly.
"Thanks," I said,
and took the sheet
and put the flyer on my fridge
forevermore.