Teresa Leo

Some poems about grief that I really liked ("for there are those who I would trade / to have you back among the living" or "midnight and beer is when I think of her / as almonds and Asiago / clementines and wine spread out / on the floor of her apartment") and some poems about relationships that I didn't ("There's a certain kind of rage / reserved for a woman / who finds the man she loves / in front of a computer / with his hand in his pants" or "if you were to be reborn as a martini / you'd be a straight-up, cheap vodka martini / the kind that burns the back of the throat").… (meer)