That minor irritation began to fuel the poems which would eventually become My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge. I began to write poems which were patently false but appeared to be nakedly true. To investigate what post-confessional poems could be. I felt a puckish satisfaction in the sleight of hand. Soon, I realized I could write poems which, conversely, were more truthful than any I ever had and which might appear to be obvious fictions. The two could hide in each other's shadows, I've said.