On Jack Tricarico and Evie Ivy's invitation, I read last night at Space on White, a relatively new arts space on White Street, in Tribeca. Nemo and Jane Ormerod also read. It was a pleasure to hear their poems. They are both writing incredibly well. Jane's husband was there, and so was Julian, Nemo's partner. Feeling alone, alone, I was consumed by self-pity near the end of the reading. I changed my mind about going to Splash and went home to read my emails.