My dearest friend and dearest poet, Jennifer L. Knox is in the New Yorker this week, with her poem Pimp My Ride.
Long known as one of the best humorous poets in the country, I am often defending her to those who see her only as the "funny poet" as a true craft-goddess (of the line break of sound play of heart-opening imagery). She is at her height of her powers with this poem and I cannot tell you how much I love it. It's funny in places sure, but most of it is a humming sadness of life choices, of different possibilities of love, of different ways to have lived and been loved. It's a true beauty of a poem. Check it out. Look for her new book in October.