Someone has placed my poetry switch in the fully on and upright position. I’m nearly a poem a day, mostly having fun and not thinking about a project:

“The Metaphors” (I wrote it at AWP after a dream in which I was shot in the head)
“My Night with Brenda Shaughnessy” (see below)
“My Mannequin” (for Dale)
“Still of Teenage Boy on Bus (with Walkman and Guitar)”