This week’s poetry output: oatmeal raisin cookies (critically acclaimed), green bean and chickpea curry w/ raita (to the tune of "paperback writer") and baked sweet potato fries. All reading lately is how to: work specs and recipes. It's like the brain on new math.. or how it's supposed to… simplify eventually… toward the elegance of no remainders. A clerk waiting for me to pay him for a magazine and me waiting for him to give me a receipt. "Transform your anger" he suggests, pointing to the copy on the front of my magazine. "Oh, I'm not angry, I just forgot how to pay."