Not only do I love the poetry of poetry nights at Ada Books; not only do I love the good cheer, the wine, the snacks, the fellowship -- I love that it forces me to break out the broom and sweep dust and hair and feathers onto the sidewalk, where dust and hair and feathers (pesky pigeons) belong. My floors never look cleaner than the day after the publicly complex reading series stops in for its biweekly visit. And so I'd like to thank Michael Tod Edgerton and Peter Covino for reading their work to our small but stalwart crowd. And I'll also thank Kate Shapira for getting them in here, putting together another great show and inadvertantly making my floors shine.