For me, it all began with the poems she read at an open mic night in Downsville, Wisconsin, way back when I didn’t know what to do. I guess I expected “little old lady” poems. And that’s exactly what Norma read…except when I got my breath back, my dumb thick-necked, pin-headed definition of “little old lady” had undergone a drastic recalibration.
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