Comprising forty-nine units, with a bespoke porch and optional exit through a bestiary, Randolph Healy’s has a décor ranging from the cerebral (all percentiles included) to the earthy. Notes of horror, intimacy, fractured histories, and joy echo from its chambers. Healy is the author of (Salt 2002) and other books and chapbooks celebrated by readers throughout the Anglophone poetry world. This is his first American book publication. Are some of his tunes unfamiliar? Don’t worry, or do. We may be out of time, but there’s still space. Dance.