Why is it that we’re always afraid of our ankles getting grabbed by a hand coming out of the gutter? And why will our lives be completely fulfilled when we look down one day and notice we’re wearing underwear made out of a brown paper bag?
Thankfully, you don’t have to think about any of that because in his second collection of poetry, Sam Pink has done the work for you.
You will see a crowd of people in your head and the crowd will point at you and say, “Ewww.” You will hang yourself from the ceiling with a hook though your bottom jaw. You will feel at home eating your own heart off a commemorative plate featuring a picture of your corpse.
You won’t learn anything except that, “No one can do anything to you that’s worse than what you’re already thought to yourself. No one can do anything worse to you than the things you’ve already done. No one can do anything worse to you than you can.”