This meeting could have been an email; this email could have been a thing we just never talked about at all.

I love this poem so much because of what a wild ride it is; I get done reading it with the feeling of “what just happened?” which is a delightful feeling to get from a poem.

The new glasses give me a headache.

There’s also the coffee mug with legs my roommate in college, John Murphy, made me.

Perhaps the dream is real, and I’m a rabbit who dreamed of being human.

You can just open your hand & let it fall.

Or Ian McKellan’s beard, or Dave Grohl’s beard, or Robin Williams’s beard, or Seth Greenwald’s beard, or Jive Poetic’s beard

We also don’t want to turn on your world-eating plagiarism machine.

For the minutes spent revelling

May you find respite from your war.