I’m officially on vacation. This means for the next five days I’ll be:

>Transcribing the March interview Sarah and I did with D. A. Powell, which is actually a joy because he speaks slowly and plus, Sarah and Doug are adorable;

>Playing around with an idea I have for the prose poems. Something chapbooky.

>Cleaning my office.

But today I’m going to treat myself by buying Ben Folds’s Songs for Silverman and Tori Amos’s The Beekeeper—both overdue in my life.