i don't think i was getting a big ego, but just in case...

I was walking by Dog Eared Books today, and I happened to spot that in the dollar bin--the books they keep outside--a lit journal I have a poem in. Humility, thy name is bargain bin.

I had never before thought about this situation, let alone what it would feel like.

My consolation is that an Aimee Bender hardcover was also in the bin. People don't like poetry, but I guess they don't like hardcover books either.