I like this*

I like when you set out to write a sestina and then you get to that second stanza and the poem is like, “Nah, I ain’t a sestina.  I ain’t even a sestina.  I know you thought I was a sestina, but you dead up wrong.”  And then you get to know the poem and by

I love you, Cover of Armchair/Shotgun. I love you.

When I saw the cover of almost-out Issue 4 of Armchair/Shotgun, I gasped.  Because it’s beautiful.  It’s everything I want out of a cover of a magazine, including a mouse inside of a bottle and my name. No, really.  Mice have an inordinately high amount of nostalgic and sentimental value to me.  And, MY NAME.