Had a few holes in our performance list last Saturday night at the Open Mic Night, so I had to read. My natural choice for spontaneous performances like this is Narting Tadoo, because he is the only Bangladeshi poet alive that can captivate an audience with just a bottle of Seagram's gin and an X-Acto knife. The first piece—Migration—was published in Hobart by Elizabeth Ellen, who no longer speaks to me.