I write some bummer poems, sure. But I usually write them in a serene mood. So I’m pretty excited to present to you some poems I wrote while in a horrible place!Thanks for featuring them, Strange Machine–and in the good company of A. Minetta Gould. I should also report that I’m in a great place now: my couch while eating a cliff bar and drinking a 24 oz Labatt Ice. And this is after attending an eye-opening reading by Judith Goldman. It doesn’t get any better than this. Cheryl just called from the bedroom to flip the record.