I got Apocalypse Mix by Jane Satterfield for Christmas. I put it on my list for some reason, but I don't remember anything about it, so this will have no personal bias.
we're back to memory, and memory aspires! memory as a mode to... improve? be saved? the poem almost violently escapes the
Ok, I'm going to collapse now. You should really try live tweeting a poetry book. It will make or break you... hahaha