"We let the strangeness / course through us, take the long way out."
Alina Pleskova
provides us
with a banger
of a debut
poetry collection.
It's sharp
and nonchalant,
metropolitan
and punk rock,
empathetic while ashing
a spliff onto
a cop's bald head.
Kissing a beautiful
stranger while giving
the middle finger
to ICE. Created
within the depths
of a crumbling capitalist
society, this collection
is spiritual, curious, folkloric,
and forever exploratory,
floating between
gutter and traffic
jam and glam.
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