Venus’s ass is a juicy ass.
I want to hump all over her jujubee nipple.
What does it mean to be a fully-formed woman?
You or time or age have taken me from the map of me.
While Venus reclines w/ poppies on her belly, I rifle through my purse for a bone.
If I am born today I am born today.
"Out to 'crucify boredom,' her poems show us how any relationship with the divine is no less at risk of engendering grotesque lust...What makes Broder such a pleasure on the page is her insistence that these dramas play out on a workaday stage infused with surreal Pop and imaginative muscle..."
–Publishers Weekly
"The whole book pumps, and I swear some of what’s coming in and out are flashes of light that you can read it by."
–Mark Bibbins
"…a book of poems that is at once apocalyptic, full of sorrow, and packed with images crystalline in their beauty and truth… This book is full of magic."
–Dorothea Lasky
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–Natalie Lyalin
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“This debut from Broder is as funny and hip as it is disturbing… a bright and unusual debut.”
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"…obsessive, energetic and pop-culture-infused poetry…"
–Time Out New York
"Broder’s insight and honesty will make your brain light up and your hair stand on end.”
–The San Francisco Examiner
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