When I was a kid, those around me used “bum” as hate speech, which was just one slur on a long and vicious list (I’m so bored with the U.S.A.). So I’m happy that Callie Garnett’s Hallelujah, I’m a Bum celebrates all manner of bumming (linguistic, logical) with these playful, surreal songs. Read this chapbook to take a fairytale catnap of “loose arousal” in a field where the bums are always winning.

This is a seriously scrappy poem. Garnett's ear and humor and ear for humor delight and estrange-- she peals apart the whole bum thing then throws it right back at and on you. Hallelujah! "Heaven no more understand."