"And there it is: beneath the title's light-fingered surreality (the book's signature tone), scenes of hardscrabble tenderness and sometimes unbearable cruelty, scavenged and placed ever so carefully side by side in memory's reliquary. And so it goes, too, in line after stunning line. What did Rilke write? Every angel is terrifying. A truth Jacob seems to know in her bones and one, reading these poems, we feel in ours."--Daniel Lawless, Founder and Editor-in-Chief of Plume: A Journal of Contemporary Poetry
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