answer:“Brenda Shaughnessy mines the dictionary in order to re-invent it. This kind of surprise functions like a template placed over our expectations, producing poems rife with inversions, puns, and game-playing. Here are a few stanzas from her poem “Your One Good Dress”: . . . And the red dress (think about it, redress) is all neckhole. The brown is a big wet beard with, of course, a backslit. You’re only as sick as your secrets.”