<p>Rhian Elizabeth's&nbsp;<em>maybe i'll call gillian anderson</em>&nbsp;is a raw darkly funny and deeply affecting collection that navigates the liminal spaces of love loss and reinvention. With a voice that is both unguarded and sharply observant Elizabeth crafts poems that move through heartbreak motherhood memory and self-destruction with biting wit and aching tenderness. Whether tracing the ghosts of past selves confronting absence or yearning for connection these poems refuse sentimentality instead offering something braver-an intimacy that is as unsparing as it is humane.</p>