the library lectures-on-tape (Daily Life in the Ancient World) however fog-socked-in shattered day of arrival. But arrival: that would be the Present waitin for a Future to soothe —from "Is the Past What's Left in the Glove Compartment," Volume 61, Issue 3 (Fall 2020) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote. A very simple one about eating eggs for breakfast. Not the first I've ever written, but the piece about which I suddenly thought: my god, this is a poem! Which is to say, it looked back at me. It had its own secret life, could stand up for itself. I wasn't trying to xerox something that happened or make a sweetened scrapbook of some moment of my life. That was a happy shock to me, its self-sufficiency.