I’m writing full of youthful bliss because my poem, “The Porn We Watched,” just came out in Poetry is Dead 01.06., a special issue on the theme of youth culture. It’s nice to trick people into thinking I’m young when I actually just turned 30. The cover is a kind of Nintendo-palate Eden and the issue as a whole is a total mindfuddle in the best possible way. I’m especially happy because this is the last poem from my forthcoming book of poetry, We Are No Longer The Smart Kids In Class, to be published in a journal. A great porny last hoorah.