“The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.”
― Dorothy Parker

If she could be bothered to roll over in her grave for anyone, I think Dorothy Parker would be amused to do so for this clever little mockery. (And if you’re not familiar—treat yourself to some Dorothy Parker now!) With pen dipped in darkest cynicism, this collection of poems often pierce the marrow or at least chip the funny bone. Oddly therapeutic as if complaining to a friend. Not everything hits but they are short so you can just move along. Makes me imagine a cluttered desk—covered in notes—written during those moments where the mind escapes the task at hand—needing to expel something creative about thoughts that shouldn’t be entertained.