Foreigners, Slam Poetry and el “Dia del Turkey”

Gina Loring was the first slam poet I ever heard.  I was on a college visit to the small liberal arts school where I ended up spending the last three and a half years.  A small stage was set up with a tall microphone and a slender woman with powerful words.  “You move me.”  She wrote in the second person.  Speaking to someone in between us her audience.  “You move me like a long, cool drink of water after the steepest hike on the hottest day.”  Was she talking to us?  To man or to God?