Rae Armantrout Wins Pulitzer Prize!

To which I say, Whoa! Cool! They're giving the Pulitzer Prize to experimentalish ladytypes now?! Who knew. Here's one of her poems, in celebration:

Soft Money

BY RAE ARMANTROUT

They’re sexy
because they’re needy,
which degrades them.

They’re sexy because
they don’t need you.

They’re sexy because they pretend
not to need you,

but they’re lying,
which degrades them.

They’re beneath you
and it’s hot.

They’re across the border,
rhymes with dancer—

they don’t need
to understand.

They’re content to be
(not mean),

which degrades them
and is sweet.

They want to be
the thing-in-itself

and the thing-for-you—

Miss Thing—

but can’t.

They want to be you,
but can’t,

which is so hot.