Seattle 33, or Slam Photo from last week

I didn't actually slam last week, because it was a Cover Slam, where the contenders don't read their own work, but that of poets they admire. Normally, I would be really into participating, but an old mentor was in town from New York, and I wanted a chance to read something of mine so she could see how swashbucklingly cool I've become. Photo credit, as always, to Andi Burk.