About the Poems
by Shanna Compton
I wrote “I Love Men” because I do, and also because of some now-forgotten internet kerfuffle about Pussipoers being radical feminists. Nada Gordon wrote an (awesome) poem of this title—before I did—but by the time I found out about it, it was too late, and I couldn’t think of another title that fit as well as this flat truth. I'm sure it's very convincing to whoever it was meant to refute.
“Behavior Gulf” is yet another love poem. I apologize for being such a jangle-language romantic. If you need help with your scatterbrained corset though, lemme know.
When I wrote “Collapse Seems Too Romantic a Word” I was feeling a little numbed out from an overload of bad news: floods, a bunch of vegan/animal rights stuff, our so-called political climate. I dealt with that the way I usually do: holing up in a room full of books and pushing some words around for my own entertainment. And I turned “that fucking thing off.”
“Miniseries on the High Natural Plains” marks the comeback of Narrative. I got nothing against a good story.
“Hey Mike” isn’t about Mike Hauser. Or is it?