No fooling.

Just in time for poem-a-day month, Praxilla has published a couple of mine. The table of contents can't find me, though, so here is a link. My poem is holding hands with David Lehman, which causes this odd squiggle of famethrill.

Finding a home for this poem took more than 4 years, so I'm happy it is in such a lovely place.

But also, I regret conflating eating meat with good sex, because that is such a cliche.

I know, poems shouldn't have disclaimers.