"Amanda Nadelberg's poems...'re jumping, funny, romantic, and frequently lyrical...which in the immediate reading is almost pure music."-Ken Tucker, Entertainment Weekly From "Matson": So what patent reason is there to doubt the color of a person's hair, there is sun and timpani. Rubber wood bone silk hemp or ivory I will cut my own in June but in May endured the next yesterday I've already now forgotten what all the men I'll ever know smelled like. Maybe devotion on the beach in the middle of the week which is dumbed down with planets imagining song.