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In the poem titled, “How to Eat a Poem,” Eve Miriam begins with these lines:

Don't be polite.

Bite In.

Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that
may run down your chin.
It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are.

This is exactly what I did today when I picked up the book, B is for Bad Poetry, by Pamela August Russell.

I didn’t even unzip my jacket — just plunked down in a comfy chair in Books and Co. and read it from cover to cover (laughing all the while, which was a little embarrassing!) And, yes, I bought it, too!

Incidentally, here’s what the book flap says about the book:

Pamela August Russell’s unexalted (but thoroughly hysterical) poems mock, chide, accuse, tease, joke, undermine, point and laugh at the world around us — and at anything that takes itself too seriously.

Just in case you’re looking for a gift for the irreverent writer who has everything…