There's a delightful story by Barry Yourgrau in his book of short stories called 'The Sadness Of Sex.' It involves a woman whose vagina has escaped from her loins and is terrorizing a small town. I feel the same way about my new book B IS FOR BAD POETRY. Yes, Susan, I do write sometimes when I'm not trying to learn fire dancing in the shower. Since we live in a capitalist society, turns out you can't write a book and hand it out for free at the mall. So I'm off on my Willy Loman adventure. Join me, won't you?