This follow-up to Zachary Schomburg’s acclaimed first collection of poemsThe Man Suit, is a book of skeleton gloves and skeleton keys—at once dark and playful. With loneliness and levity Schomburg takes the reader on a tour through a liminal world of dream-logic, informed by its own myth and folklore. Here there are new kinds of trees and new ways of naming the ages—jaguars and an abandoned hotel on the horizon. This book will crawl inside your chest and pump lava through your blood.
