"Brenda Shaughnessy's poems bristle with imperatives: 'confuse me, spoon-feed me, stop the madness, decide.' There are more direct orders in her first few pages than in six weeks of boot camp...Only Shaughnessy's kidding. Or she is and she isn't. If you just want to boss people around, you're a control freak, but if you can joke about it, then your bossiness is leavened by a yeast that's all too infrequent in contemporary poetry, that of humor."--New...
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