I love Ted in his undies. I love this book. I love the construction. I love the nice recontextualized thievery. I like the do-it-yourself poem for the reader, the sort of make your own fucking poem out of this sort of thing. I like Jared Hayes. I don't think it is physically possible to read every different potential poem in this book in one human's lifetime. Seriously. It isn't possible. Jared Hayes will have never read every single poem in this book. Perhaps in heaven Berrigan is working on it. Editing it? or just reading it? Definitely in his undies though, and enjoying it (and pills and porn).