Ah, I just read Jeni Olin's brilliant, beautiful new chapbook from Faux Press. The Pill Book is perfect. I loved every poem because every Jeni Olin poem is packed with the most intense imagery, the strongest saddest most smartest voice.Some favorite lines (from all different pill poems):
"I press toward your dirt nap, sobbing amid fireflies,"
"I've got a brain like soaked coral."
"See, I don't know what's worse: my karma or my credit."
"My mom is vast and handsome."
"... Guess I'll grow
Up to be pink & mean like God."
"'The weather is here. Wish you were beautiful."
"Though the days are gentle I have one of everything."
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