Poetry. "A startlingly surreal and mytho-erotic creation, The Egg Mistress conjures unknown boundaries of eros and worlds within an egg whose origins demand the geographies of a new language: 'If I could speak mineral./ If I could only eat bonemeal. If the cabbage/ learned not to grow roots. If you were the barn/ and I was the peeled corn.' Jessica Poli is a true original and this chapbook is an odyssey of delight." Mark Irwin"
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