The plastic cover on the top of my laptop, also known as the lid, now contains air pockets that create the letters P o E for Poe or poet or ars poetica. The plastic peels off, I have left it on there for more than two years so the cover stays nice and unscratched and so I can read things into it. I suppose I could take a picture of it with Edgar and the Raven – they are out in the front seat of the car and it is raining. I worry sometimes about being too image conscious. You can subpoena me if you want. There is a cat on my lap and a laptop on my knees, a cat to the left of me and one behind my head and neck.