Publisher's Synopsis
The Pharaoh Khufu built the pyramids for himself, so I think I'm allowed to write a second poetry book.
The poems in this book are a little bit more personal, not in the "I reveal juicy controversial childhood secrets" kind of way, but in the "why are you even telling me about these banal childhood anecdotes" kind of way, and I mean that in the best possible way.
It's about pro wrestling, feeling butts, rituals becoming routines, cats, potato chips as a metaphor for love, Slavic food, buildings in Mahanoy City that got torn down 15 years ago, and how kids from Mahanoy Area are jerks.
Do I have your attention now?
No? Oh. Ok.
