Each of the past three poems manages to leave its own uniquely shaped pit in my stomach, but most of them more or less resemble the same Dysfunctional Relationship sort of silhouette. "I Don't Buy It," by Wendy Videlock is like a gentle, fortune cookie-sized reminder that there's more to love than emotional abuse and disappointment.
Had this been published before the summer of 2011, you can bet that it would have replaced those 1 Corinthians verses at my wedding ceremony. If anyone has any experience engraving beautiful words onto a living person's bones, give me a call.
