"motions to herself and says 'i have to fix this'. she points to her heart, i say 'now we ought to fix this'. she points to my head and says, 'for heavens sake, fix this'. a muted scene in thirds, with good intentions that spoil as a shopkeep sweeps the day before from the sidewalk to the street."

Tyler Magyar, we love the poet you are, in combination with the gourmand, explorer of the world, furniture maker, cookie baker, wine taster, and definitely all that meta-babble.