Jesus, with an opening poem like "mannequin dreams rotting there in mugsweat and suds" where a drunk in a bar has a tooth fall out, a woman buys it for five bucks, and when the man asks her what she's going to do with it she says: "I'm building/ myself a man/ one piece at a time"--I'd say, it's a winner. Everton tosses the reader into a world filled with competitive hookers, incompetent fabulous boyfriends who can't even kill their cheating old ladys without goofing it up, bar farts, out of control fires, german shepherds slaughtered for stealing chickens, and rats fighting in alleys for the scraps left by drunks--action among scavengers, and hard gritty survival tales of the down and out.--Oberc
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #5,
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