This is the kind of book that makes me want to slap people upside the face with it when they say they don’t get poetry. This is the kind of book you read and love and mull over and then you read it again and think, “oh shizz, did he just do that?”, and “oh shizz, he totes did,” and then you carry it around with you, in a nice bag along with your lip gloss and moisturizer, to have near you, and also maybe sometimes to just pull out and show people how amazing, and heartsad and hilarious and perceptive and compelling and innovative and just plain wonderfully adept at understanding how we all function in this strange place we call society poets can be. I hope you got all of that? Because otherwise, I’ve got a little something in my purse for you. It’s a bitch slap, courtesy of Daniel Zomparelli and Davie Street Translations. I didn’t get Maltesers at first, but sometimes an acquired taste is the most delicious.
