This is one of my grandmother's favorite phrases, and I found it nearly as confusing as a child as my dad's constant refrain of "You make a better door than a window." (Growing up in a home with sliding glass doors made that phrase perfectly incomprehensible...our doors were windows).
But yesterday I received my contributor's copy of the second issue of Handsome, the journal of Black Ocean Press, and well, it is handsome indeed! And now available to all and sundry. Hie thee hence and discover the veritable treasure trove of poems that awaits!