Wow. Now I'm as fond of the Suicide Girls as the next heterosexual hipster, but this strikes me as a desperate rather than playful move on behalf of the editors. Talk about poetry as commodity! Maybe it's meant to be a kind of tandem commentary on the commodification of the female breast, but Rebecca Wolf's editor's note about the cover doesn't think that possibility through.

I hope at least there's an insert with more photos. I have no problem with the juxtaposition of erotica and poetry, I'd even like to see more of it, but this just seems cynical, playing entirely into the hands of the argument behind The Resistible Rise of Fence Enterprises.