Quarterly West has taken two of my poems!

I nearly fainted. Right there at the post office.

Since an organization can’t protect itself against stalking per se, this may be their last ditch effort to get me to stop submitting to them, which I’ve done fairly constantly for about two years.

It’s a journal I love to read and I’m so thrilled to have poems in it now.

Oh, they took stuff from Therapist with a Dream Inside: “On Misunderstanding the Actual Meaning of Penisbreath Until an Advanced Age” and “Saturday Night: Underage, I Escape My Misery in Liquor.”