I’ve been quiet this week for several reasons, among them:

• general frustration
• a work schedule that has seemed unrelenting, but probably upon reflection wasn’t
• staring at poems, wondering what the hell I should be doing next
• when I read a poem I really want to post for you, by the time I get downstairs I’m already distracted by Scrabulous, ESPN.com, or a vague sense of paranoia

Emma, this is for you.