Gentlewoman and European-style Chanteuse Rachel Shukert's chapbook Kitschmenschen will soon be available to thirsty scholars. I volunteered to write a blurb (nay, it was my pleasure.) Here's the first draft:
"To those sophisicated enough to know the pleasure of pulling one's own toenails out with pliers, Ms. Shukert offers this garland of pain and love."
Here's a little taste:
The enemy has invaded my city
Stormed my citadel
Tempts my pure and pious subjects
I’d better start a T-shirt campaign
To throw her out.
Why can’t we just be friends?
You speak with the voice of a bitten lip.
It would be much easier.
Why can’t we just be gay?
Why can’t we just be black?
Why do you ask stupid questions?
Then I go back to blowing you.
We ARE friends.
If a girl that’s prettier than you
Tells you how pretty you are
She’s probably lying.
If that same girl
Tells you how cute a couple
She probably wants to do your boyfriend.