The first poem in this fourth full-length collection by Theodore Worozbyt closes with an image that suggests a mythical bird, transcendence, unending wealth and success, caesarean birth, violent death, a surgeon lurking in the name of an ancient fish, and an end that comes as a beginning: "Golden eggs /slit from a sturgeon's belly finish it." So begins the undertaking, in this volume, to compress language itself into a ball, to roll it forth, not...
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