"Amanda Nadelberg's poems . . . are jumping, funny, romantic, and frequently lyrical….which in the immediate reading is almost pure music."—Ken Tucker, Entertainment Weekly From «Matson»: So what patent reason is there to doubtthe color of a person's hair, there is sunand timpani. Rubber wood bone silkhemp or ivory I will cut my own in Junebut in May endured the next yesterdayI've already now forgotten what all themen I'll ever know smelled like. Maybedevotion on the beach in the middle ofthe week which is dumbed down withplanets imagining song.
