in Boulder, it was the same.
it was called “Unity.”
I was invited by a girlfriend
and I stayed.
we talked a lot about
life and mysticism,

the way currents showed up
for us. I wish I had
documented more of the tension
of the room. like the Gratitude meeting,
I stayed with meetings that forced
everyone to share.
they went in a circle.

I sat among them, mostly
men, always mostly men:
some young,
some old and reluctantly,
shared when it was my turn,
becoming chair,
inviting others. 

once I remember saying
I can be really manipulative
and a guy that I had reached
out to about something,
never responding to the message,
made eyes at his sponsor.
I caught it.

at the risk of being
labeled calculating, I still
liked being seen. 

“unity”