Kristine Snodgrass's first full-length solo poetry collection reads like a feminist thriller (third-wave, of course) or a terrifying sci-fi glimpse of our American future (or present!), complete with lady robots, stellar journeys, irrational fling-flang, and language yanked so alarmingly it fractals into repetitive codes, cyphers, and brash exclamation points. It's both nightmare and portal. Girl and girl noir. It's quirky, entertaining, obsessive, and scanning for trouble: one poet's vision you're too stunned to look away from. -Maureen Seaton