I can’t think of any other writer who so comfortably straddles the worlds of poetry and corporate software design. Maged Zaher is a local writer originally from Cairo whose poems evoke sex, death, and the emptily sonorous language of memos and focus groups (“Minimize contact with your environment,” “A body is a pre-condition for lust”). His first book, Portrait of the Poet as an Engineer, blew me away with its humor and elegant structure. His new collection, The Revolution Happened and You Didn’t Call Me, throws the Arab Spring into the whole horny, PowerPoint-flavored stew. (Elliott Bay Book Company, 1521 10th Ave, 624-6600, 5 pm, free)