" Fort Red Border --the title itself an anagram for the name of this remarkable collection's imaginary beloved--shows how language can be pleated, unfolded, and creased all over again into an endless origami of Eros. . . . By turns clowning, worshipful, heartbroken, and Faulknerian, these lyrics transport the reader to a familiar place made utterly strange."--Srikanth Reddy Kiki Petrosino has audacity to spare. She devotes the entire first section...