As I've been finishing up havoc, and shaving off alot of stuff that I think may be another project all together, I realize how much for the first time, these poems feel a little closer to home than anything I've written, or at least more semi-autobiographical (I say semi, becuase there is a little blurring of details, merging of various people into composites, etc.) I always said I most loved how books of poems create their own little worlds. I feel finally now, after writing with a more historical bent for my last few projects, that havoc is rooted firmly in the present, ie there's alot of pop culture in them, media, a little bit of kitch. I've been debating over an extended version or a chapbook version and I think I have finally decided on the shorter, since I kind of want to go with the immediacy fervor and get them out in the world in the next few months (as opposed to possibly years from now), so I'm thinking maybe October. The ones that remain in there are the ones that align with the books themes of containment and chaos, a female containment/chaos in particular, or the "girl-shaped world" in the first poem of the book, I guess.