What would it take to be home in one's body, to walk around the
world as oneself, knowing the pain within and without us? Jan
Beatty boldly answers that question by making a fire map of the
body. These roiling poems smack into walls of meditation, only to
slide down the smooth concrete into the flatline of joy. These are
vital poems of dimension, of both psychic and literal travel, of
the elasticity of truth and struggle, of the daily nature of desire
that brings us to our knees - then shotguns us back to the heart's
center.
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