'I live by the alien logic we impose on children. / Whoever smelt it dealt it. I’m glazed with K-Y / beside the Goth girls gone haywire. / Talk about cathexis!'
'Things I may no longer bring on airplanes: / 1. Box cutters / 2. Airplanes'
'I spit on any fresh green breast. / It’s a misdemeanor. You can build the rest / from airplane parts and Listerine.'
'If hell, like soylent green, is people, / every little hermit is the one true God.'
'The moon is my alibi. My tenders throw hissy fits. / My scalp’s at the foot of the precipice. / My lume is spento, there’s a creep in my cellar. / You can stand under my umbrella, Ella.'
Mostly poetry from Michael Robbins. And there's also an essay by Laurence Scott on Galliano and Gaddafi, plus a very brief mention of Natalie Portman. Featuring artwork by Eric Hanson.