A small, first collection of writing. There's poetry here. There's cut-ups and Surrealist poetry. There's journal entries and free writing and loose approximations of memoir. There's some bone references... not too sure what that's about.
This elegant little book is what you want if you get caught waiting for something to happen -- standing in line, watching paint dry, willing the phone to ring. The author has an uncanny ability to make her specific situation universal, which nurtures the place reserved for your own daydreams. I am impressed.