-Suzanne Cleary, author of Danger is so delicate in these poems; it slides like a stiletto between the ribs. The poems stare you down with their lovely eyes, even as they insert the blade. The pain is real, the impact visceral. "Every word," as Dubey puts it, "honed/into weaponry forged/for each reckless cut." Prepare to have your breath taken away. -Marilyn McCabe, author of and Jessica Dubey's book of poems, cuts like an etching knife-precisely and beautifully, painfully and unforgettably. I read straight from beginning to end, then started right over at the beginning. It marks a remarkable second book for a poet who deserves our close attention. -Liz Rosenberg, prize-winning poet and author of