It's an epidemic.
Yesterday afternoon I got a call from Tom C. Hunley of Steel Toe Books, and you can imagine how hard it was to finish the day knowing that my box was here in Akron, likely on my doorstep waiting for me. As I drove down the street I started squinting blocks away trying to see it, and there it was.
The cover looks even more striking than I imagined, especially the way that the photo stretches to the bottom edges. It is so strange--and fantastic-- seeing all of my poems inside. Opening the box was a fairly quiet moment (except for the yeowling of a certain obnoxious red tabby Maine Coon) compared to other milestones (like when I got my job offer from UA, with a house full of poetry friends already sipping margaritas), and it's still sinking in.
This morning I woke up and saw a copy on my desk, and it was like meeting the book all over again. I resisted the urge to sleep with a Prairie Fever, however, which was difficult. I can't wait to celebrate at AWP, when I'm away from Microsoft Outlook and piles of theses.
You can catch the fever here. My new website will go live this weekend (though this blog won't be going anywhere).