"To survive romantic love, the woman served the other woman desert dirt with shells as the truck stop receded into the distance" - so observes the mordantly detached voice of a women, an extravagantly pained, self-and-other-lacerating imaginative journey dedicated 'to relationship'.
Vanessa Roveto's debut collection, bodys, is a work of stunning strangeness, force, and audacity, generated by - and degenerating toward - the unanswerable question at the heart of poetic speech: What does it mean to be "a person"?
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