The Great Kilonova Slam — Part Two

By Lorraine Schein

The first poet up was a Spoken body-rapper—Gluk-Cluk, who had rotating hair color and organ piercings.

I introduced him. “Our first reader, straight from the palace, will open with a tribute to her Highness.” I hid a yawn. These official versifiers were uninspired, though they looked flashy.

Gluk-Cluk looked nervous, but excited. His hair color spun from …