I read poet K.A. Hays in college at Susquehanna University, tossed all the other books we read in that class except Katie's Dear Apocalypse , and it still sits on my shelf today. Imagine my surprise when we realized a few months ago we are neighbors. Her heart and mine feel like, as they say, old friends; she seems to already know the grittiness and the tangles of my own heart. I feel very blessed to have somehow stumbled my way to her pretty soul.