This hilarious imaginative book packs cigarette butts Buddhist prayer flags a spastic colon Leviathan jaws and gnats reincarnating as neonatal nurses into just one poem. Others say Yes to grunts and drooling; find a Zen master in a bobcat spotted while driving; and experience an epiphany while driving with closed eyes. Bellamys humor is a lens exposing our foibles fears and loveliness. Her unstinting self-implicating humor skewers culture I eat only fresh locally sourced sadness and politics religion gender roles and relationships swinging [her] axe at the root of delusion. --April Ossmann Event Boundaries