This collection is a nice toxic table of contents transfigured into aria clippings, synthetic rumors, holographic mini-marts of preternatural nostalgia, loss, prize-winning vignettes, scrapped wings, sand, motel rooms, pratfalls, little tribes of dancing handicap signs compressed into manias remote from everyday life, barely visible: basically all you love and thirst after. This book has the answer to every question you've never thought to ask, all distorted into mistaken identities of verse and discredited anecdotes: your chance to finally find happiness and truth or one without the other.