The Pill Book

Poetry. "You can't teach God anything," Jeni Olin writes. An ambulance cools its jets in the arboretum, and she asks, "What have you got roughly in your breast?" The improvised reality series THE PILL BOOK disseminates a plethora of diagnoses and a handful of cures. Jeni's is lyrical asymmetry that wears its coronary on a "sushi-pink" sleeve, sitting shiva under love balloons, "helium-filled strays / traipsing around the sky clinic..." Nineteen poems call out to our punk hearts, Sofia Coppola, Ginzu knives, and blemish make-up. "All Things Considered" reads -- "People CAN change/ If they are just willing/ To drive to a pharmacy"