In this third go-around on the poetry-collection-rodeo, Jay Fisher seems to have let her pen off its leash and gone real uncomfortably transparent with who she is and what life currently means. Can you tell the creativity from the reality from the fantasy from the irony from the daydream from the wishing from the REM-sleep dream? Do you know Jay Fisher? If so, can you find her in these pages? She lost her granny and lost her grip on reality. With...