It’s a prose poem that beautifully creates the scene, “my face clearing just over the cubicle partition,” and that also drops us into the depths of despair: “my expression dismembered like a poet who’s fallen out of favor with her king.” Now we know what’s at stake. The sex is swift and surreptitious-and silent, “not to disturb our colleagues in surrounding cubicles.” There is tenderness with paperclips. I knew I was hooked when the very first poem was about sex in a desk chair.** It is also the title poem, placing us immediately in the middle of the action. Evidently, you can judge a book by its cover.* Hope Stein with a great title (right?!) and fabulous cover art (right?!) by Kate Micucci. Occasionally, I Remove Your Brain Through Your Nose is a short, funny, wonderful book of poems by J. Reviewed by Kathleen Kirk, EIL Poetry Editor Occasionally, I Remove Your Brain Through Your Nose
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