Today at the food coop, the cashier misread my button ("Poetry Doesn't Suck") and thought that it said, "Poverty Doesn't Suck." She wanted to congratulate me on my good attitude about poverty, but I told her that no, poverty does suck. And I was reminded of how close "poverty" and poetry" are.

Ironically, in the context of this particular food coop visit, I was buying organic macrobiotic sushi on my ebt card, hardly poverty. (Thanks Federal Government for the good eats!)