“A lush, fierce, primal work in which the broken world still rotates and orbits—not for us as we could project, not as a metaphor for redemption—but we get to ride on it anyway. Eliza Rotterman has a voice unlike any other and familiar too: she writes, in finely faceted jewels of language set in strong lines that cut as they connect, of a woman in her body / a woman on this planet ever-aware, observing everything, suffering, believing, tracking, clocking, ticking, as she must. The poet explodes her being for her poetry—nothing escapes—and she gives that explosion to the reader, in the form of exquisite, precise, deep beauty. I could not be more grateful that this gift was made and held faithfully to its purpose: to show us the chaos at the heart of desire, the raw stillness at the center of hope.”—Brenda Shaughnessy, author of Our Andromeda and judge for the Snowbound Chapbook Award