I have a difficult relationship with poetry, forgetting — sometimes for years at a time — that it was once a source of joy and wonder. Kate Baer's slim volume of erasure/blackout poetry brought that joy and wonder sparkling back to life. Skillful, playful wit combine with a powerful focus on transforming bitter abuse and audacity into messages of beauty and grace. With just the right amount of cheekiness. The result is pure joy. The first time I sat down with it, I read it through twice, went back a third time to read parts aloud to my husband, and then preordered it from my local indie bookstore (where I will also do my best as a bookseller to get it into as many Christmas gift bundles as possible this year). What a gem.