I cribbed this poem from a post of Christie’s poems at the awl. I bought Christie’s book based on an old review I read on HTML Giant this afternoon, which compared her to Lil B. I don’t think she’s like Lil B. That’s a little insulting, but whatever. But the few lines in the review made me want her work, which I got from octopus books. And then I found Christie is on Tumblr, and found that post about the educational outcome of going to comedy shows, and I was pretty glad I got her book.

I don’t need anything but you and some
light the world goes on getting
inferred it is so stubborn and will not
erase things I think I should rub out my
eyes you will recognize me still won’t
you I am much older now older than
I’ll ever be all these eyes in my head
and the light what distinguishes my face
from a tree is the total lack of
commentary as in that tree loves you
honestly loves you I’m the noisy one
who has to say it