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註釋Poetry. Reading KISS, KISS is like waking up in a strange bed with a new tattoo. These poems ride close to the skin, and generate their own heat. Linda Lee Harper takes us from the haunting familiarity of 'Summer, humid as an old aunt's apartment when she boils the fat out of ham, ' to the electric pleasure of 'the beautiful boys on the avenue, / parading, winking hips at my hips.' It's as if Harper has reclaimed all of the memories we've hidden beneath our mattresses, and repopulated them in a world that is at once alien and intimate. These are poems that demand a visceral response. Thankfully for the reader, they will not wash off--Mary Biddinger, editor of Barn Owl Review