Happy Reader(s),

It is your lucky upcoming day(s). Soon, I am going to write poems about:

a) Coded euphemisms for sex disguised as innocuous messages to boyfriends/girlfriends and slipped into high school yearbooks.

b) How we separate ourselves from savage animals by exercising a perverse sense of decency, such as providing death row inmates with last meals or agreeing to international rules on how to wage civil (not intra-country but polite and mannered) war.

c) Writing lists for an audience and how when the author approaches the last few entries, he can pretty much phone it in, because the audience is already committed to reading, and as long as they keep clicking next, his parent company keeps collecting ad revenue*. Example:

COSMO’S TOP 7 SEX POSITIONS TO TRY

1)   Bodhidharma’s Tin Staff Supplication
2)   Upright Triangle No Quarter Levee Breaker
3)   All those
4)   other positions
5)   you already
6)   know about –
7)   whatever.

Or:

GOOD FOR YOU FOODS TO EAT

1)   Avocados
2)   Kale
3)   Blueberries
4)   Blueberries
5)   Blueberries
6)   Blueberries
7)   Blueberries
8)   Kale

These are going to be some very good poems – the early reviews are overwhelmingly positive and imaginary, so the sky is the limit for us; we are unfettered by anything having already happened.

Sincerely [a],

cohesive narrative

*This site is ad-free and eschews a) similarly duplicitous tactics, b) readers, and c) probably some other things, I guess.