About the Poems
by Jennifer L. Knox
I wanna have a good time, all the time. And eat lots and lots of guac. If you don't like it, take a number and get in line. If 150 people are lined up to look through a hole in the fence, I got five holes right here in my face—let 'em have it. My first love nutted on that face and bought me a terrific hat, all in one sentence. The hat gave me an old school case of nits. I think he found it in the trash. But the nut (dat dreamy, grunted nut) gave me the kind of kiss not even a megadose of Cipro could make me forget. Twenty eight years later, O how I try. These poems chronicle the subsequent yeast infection (and shame) that occurred.