Hannah Cohen is a poet who isn't afraid. Cohen's chapbook starts off with an inverse aubade, the last line digging a knife into my heart, "I leave/nothing." The rest of the chapbook follows suit, except Cohen leaves a lot. Cohen leaves my heart, my lungs, my brain, my kidneys, my mouth full with everything I can muster to feel. Cohen wonderfully brings us into the grotesqueness of the modern world and the internet with its fast-paced ability to give us information and experiences ("Today I learned there are babies/born with their intestines/outside their little baby bellies./I don't know how I spent/three hours on Google"). She does this in a way that feels real and original, lending her voice out into the world.

— Joanna C. Valente, author of Marys of the Sea & editor of A Shadow Map: Writing by Survivors of Sexual Assault