"Coconut oil out of control"

"How we or anything exists/Is cranky extravagance" 

So begins Jordan Davis's poem, "When I Was The Subject," a playful piece slithering down the page of the Boston Review in short, concise stanzas. David Shapiro offers a glowing analysis by way of introduction to the poet and his poem:

JORDAN DAVIS'S poetry is alert, startling, discerning, and strange. He is one of the young poets who make me confident that poetry is busily being born. He is a learned poet, in the sense that he has been in love with the poetry of the Metaphysicals and of the more recent past, and poetry of many languages, and his poetry reflects the fact that he is still more intrigued by adventures than linguistic museology.