How could there be tenderness, pleasure and myth, resurrection, and even fur inside riversin brutality? This is the book that stands alone in its midnight boldness, its veined shadow secrets. One of the most difficult arts of the poem is to descend into its lightless under-realms, into what lies beneath the elegant surfaceshere Ángel examines our gendered, warring bodies, man, son, lover, husband, father, mother, ghost womanour stripped down self unmasked, our garbled, foamed and delirious, lonesome actsour animalia.' Open this book if you dare. But it is not the animal smashed suddenly, torn away from its innocent gait (that García animates in various forms) that he is redeeming. In his hands, these pages, notice how Ángel García still cups an abandoned child-shaped flame, a night nation perhaps, breathes into it, regardless of its alarming fangs. This is a raw, unsutured, incredible collection. One of a kinda nose-breaking, heart devouring, blazing volume."" - Juan Felipe Herrera, Poet Laureate of the United States, 20152017