A stroboscopic narrative depicting the infantile side of warfare, and the martial violence of childhood, in the guises of psychosexual murder mystery, memoir, and hallucinatory, incestuous love story.
Like its protagonist, a soon-to-be ex-lover, this poem walks the gauzy line between pessimistic longing and tightly controlled anger with affectless precision. The wryly homicidal narrator dissects his surroundings with a razor-bladed need to get under the dumb surface of things, then bemusedly steps back when the red begins to show.
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