Perusing the Harvard Bookstore warehouse sale a year ago, I came across this collection of poems by Italian poet, Patrizia Cavalli. I love leafing through these poems. They're mostly small, often funny, often dark, often all at the same time.
A few months ago, Gail Mazur read Elise Partridge (1958-2015) poems at the Blacksmith House that were delightful, amusing, sour. So, I went to look up some more and particularly like this one from the Poetry Foundation. Especially the ending imperative: