"Brown's forthright debut opens with an intimate address to a sister: "I tell you this story because it is / the story we need / to believe our offal is divine." . . . . A striking collection. The strongest poems are those stripped of commentary, in which rough memories are offered as strange discoveries, as in "Jessica Meyers in the Corn:" "In puddles of seeping / groundwater, I plugged in electrical cords and her skin / burned black.' These are brave confessions; apologies and recollections lay everything bare: "I want nothing / but truth between us, but I am afraid.'"