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b"This week we welcomed a special guest: \\u201cbusy writing lady,\\u201d poet and food journalist for the Midatlantic region, Tammy Paolino.\\nHeadlining the discussion on poems by Kyle Watson Brown, were standing desks. Yes, the giraffe of desks! We talked about it all: Drexel\\u2019s lottery system for standing desks, Jason\\u2019s makeshift standing desk, and DYI portable desks being an indication for becoming the President of the United States and leader of the free world.\\nAfter desk-related helpful tips, we moved on to discuss the first poem, \\u201cToo Many Funerals.\\u201d This one had us floored by its \\u201cweird\\u201d (Jason\\u2019s word), syntax and word choices.\\nThis piece prompted a diverse conversation on the term \\u201cjunkie\\u201d and its evolution from a label to a condition. Then, to give you whiplash, the discussion switched to sunscreen.\\xa0Usually, the only new member of our podcast meetings are the poets being discussed, however, this week we welcomed a special guest: \\u201cbusy writing lady,\\u201d poet and food journalist for the Midatlantic Region, Tammy Polino.\\nHeadlining the discussion on poems by Kyle Watson Brown, were standing desks. Yes, the giraffe of desks! We talked about it all: Drexel\\u2019s lottery system for standing desks, Jason\\u2019s makeshift standing desk, and portable desks being a qualification for becoming the President of the United States and leader of the free world.\\nAfter enough talk on these wooden objects, we moved on to discuss the first poem, \\u201cToo Many Funerals.\\u201d This one had us floored by its peculiar syntax and word choices.\\xa0Moreover. our editors felt as if they were in a maze.\\xa0Listen in to hear if we found our way out!\\nThis piece prompted a diverse conversation on the term \\u201cjunkie\\u201d and its evolution from a label to a condition. Then, just to give you audio and intellectual whiplash, the discussion switched to sunscreen.\\nThank you, Marion, for taking the\\xa0reins\\xa0and attempting to steer us back in the direction of the actual poem. Unsurprisingly, we ended up in Ocean City, Maryland, despite her best efforts. (Look, we told you Tammy Paolino lives in NJ\\u2014of course the shore\\u2014any shore--makes sense.) Joe Zang, our outstanding sound engineer, helped us out in regards to nails and teeth, as well. Listen in and it will all make sense.\\nThe second poem, \\u201cCornerwork\\u201d also provoked conversation on drug addiction. Then,\\xa0Jason tried his best to culture some of us \\u201clazy Americans\\u201d on how the word \\u201clove,\\u201d used in tennis, ionderived from the French. The more you know...\\nThe final poem discussed was, \\u201cCagelight.\\u201d After reading the first two poems on drug-addiction, this one will surely have you a bit bumfuzzled on how to interpret it.\\xa0(And you\\u2019re right, bumfuzzled is not a word---yet---but we\\u2019re trying.)\\nThe editors of PBQ are curious: Why do some submitters remove their poems within days of submission? Should we point the finger at workshops? Or too many drinks at 3 AM?\\nSpeaking of too many drinks,\\xa0have you ever ordered something off Amazon at midnight and forgotten all about it the next day? And still failed to recognize the purchase once it arrived at your front door? If not, Kathleen will have to explain that one for you.\\nSlushies, please consider writing more poems with \\u201cconspire\\u201d in them, as per Tammy\\u2019s request. Also-if you missed the \\u201cWhitman at 200\\u201d events, make sure to mark your calendar for 2119! \\xa0Until next time, read-on!\\n\\xa0\\n\\xa0\\n\\nKyle\\xa0Brown-Watson\\xa0one of the grumpier baristas in Philadelphia. He has read poetry and fiction on stage for Empty Set Press and the Breweytown Social. He's contributed poetry to Yes Poetry and Luna Luna Magazine. Before that, he worked in advertising, software development, and heaven forgive him, television. He infrequently updates his newsletter Terminal Chill and is working on a graphic novel.\\n\\n\\xa0\\n\\xa0\\nToo Many Funerals\\n\\xa0\\nMy undertows are not the ones\\nI show you\\n\\xa0\\nSheets of ice stained with salt and\\xa0\\nSPF 78 gunmetal grease runoffs\\nsucking back the xenon haze\\xa0\\n\\xa0\\nNo shells\\nNo towels\\nNo balls of greasy dough\\nNot even the quiet closure\\nof"