13 April is the cruelest friend. Nobody ever said a poem a day for a year was going to be good. I am reading and writing every day. I am also learning how to use features on my computer I don’t need yet. My New Years resolution was “write a poem a day about the news anyway.” Whatever your criticism, you fall under my “anyway.” Writers write. If you want, I’ll dance naked and you can sit on your couch in a full suit of armor smoking a cigar and throw cream pies at me. I think you’d be happier with your men’s group, trying to get in touch with your warrior side. If you ever write me a letter like that again I’ll pee on it without reading it. Excuse me.