The post-AWP lag finally hit me yesterday. Before then I was just fine, cruising along, riding on the fumes of all the annotating I did on the plane (even when we landed--hardcore). Now I'm pretty damn tired. So I present to you the above photo. Yes, that's a park bench wrapped in plastic back there. That's about how I feel right now.
So far my National Poetry Month has been a National Absence of Poetry Month. At least in the writing department. This late AWP has me all discombobulated.
Hyacinths are out, though, so that's a good thing.