I really enjoyed some other work from this series, so I had high hopes for this one. And I did love the idea of the story, and many of the images. In a lot of the poems, though, this work felt more like a undeveloped prose work that had been split up into poems, versus poems that actually felt like poems. I love poetry, and I love prose, but poetry isn't just prose broken up into many lines, and that's too often what seemed to be happening here. I'd be curious to read some of the author's fiction, but I don't think I'd pick up another of her poetic works. The form too often felt more like a distraction or an excuse for vague brevity here, and I'm afraid I just didn't end up enjoying the work at all as a result. ( )