the lecture was on her book of poetry “missing children.”
i spent half the lecture nervously fiddling with my faux-fur hat and finding reasons to turn around and stare at her to see if this woman with the deep laugh of a writer hearing her words outloud was truly mizz crosbie.
she so was.
AND SHE SIGNED MY COPY OF THE POEMS AND SPELLED MY NAME CORRECTLY
AAAAAAAAAND she asked me to send her some of my own work, to get her contact info from Prof. Mount, and that she liked what I had to say in lecture on her poem “Envy” (I actually kept my hand up long enough to speak today.)
I like what you had to say in the lecture, it was quite beautiful.
I think she said beautiful? Some sort of complimentary adjective.
I AM LITERARY STAR STRUCK MY HANDS ARE SHAKING
