In case you haven’t figured it out based on my previous posts, I’m writing a poetry book about IKEA. Each “poem” in the book is somehow IKEA-related. I’m almost done with it. I hope to send it out by summer. Maybe someone will publish the book. Maybe the poems will just live on in online journals (Here is the latest published poem.). Maybe IKEA will take notice and pay me NUTID refrigerators full of money not to publish it. That’s what I would do if I were them. You listening, IKEA? That’s what I would do…
