Marc Pietrzykowski's sixth book of poetry licks the wounds of the mangled poetry puppy god, genuflects in appropriate directions and postures, gives thanks to our linguistic facility, and performs all the other gestures poets need do with aplomb. Not so much an exercise in snide absurdity as one might suppose from this description, Straddling the Sibyl includes poems for the modern workplace, fragments for Claudette Colbert, and a long essay in verse about the effects of modern social networks on the way our brains perceive our bodies. I think you should read it, and so does Marc. With a pastry, in hand, if possible.