These are not humorous poems so much as poems pursued by humor. Leopoldine’s “voice” is a smiling one — sometimes a smile of pain. If she were a singer, her genre would be “cerebral Country Western.”
naked all the time
my same legs
my ass
i am such a weird little girl
for wanting to live in your
light
picketing in the heat
like an ant
i wanted to save your love
so i was talking to the tables
