Hee, hee. Hee. Heh. haw. yoinks.
I just ran my poetry page through brunching shuttlecocks' drug identifier? I believe it's called something like that. It's one of those web translators. I think my poetry improved for it.

Objects are Closer

A cat tries to catch himself
in the mirror
again and again
As if this time he won't see himself
until it's too late.

And sometimes
I think I almost see you,
when your eyes are elsewhere,
and your face
is doing something different,
when you don't know
I'm watching.

Okay, I found out Wordsalad.net published some of my poems, because a reader wrote me to ask a question. I wish, sites, would, TELL me when they accept my work, BEFORE they post it. Still, hee. Got accepted.

And I am! King! I got the perfect job today. Starts next week. I'm going to be a therapist with a low caseload at a clinic that pays well, and is a twenty minute commute. I couldn't believe it when the director offered me the position. I was like, that's it? No more hoops to jump through? I was just overwhelmed with the happiness. So I went out and bought a lot of new shoes and shirts. Extra shoppy goodness. Yes.

Woodenfish has launched. Yeah, August! Please go check me ( I mean, it) out.