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The True Book of Animal Homes
The True Book of Animal Homes
The True Book of Animal Homes
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Allison Titus’s newest poetry collection, The True Book of Animal Homes, is obsessed with animal and human alike, and how each one of us makes our home in the stations we hold—from the wilds of southern brambles to a desk in an office cubicle. This book ponders the question: how much wildness are we allowed in this life, and how do we claim that wildness? The poems of The True Book of Animal Homes leap and scurry after the truth on all fours, devouring us with sharp language and brave new forms.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 1, 2017
ISBN9780998053431
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    The True Book of Animal Homes - Allison Titus

    NOTES

    I.

    A job does things to a person, deducts a person pretty brutally from life. Desks are terrible places, no matter how many wheels a chair might have. You can’t do much about how drawers fill up.

    —Gary Lutz

    OFFICE: GOOD STUFF OLD DOMINION TAXIDERMY

    Do it the right way and the prowl gets put back into the tall grasses behind the tract houses the highway pins

    to the skinny

    acres, the less desirable acres. The pelt and claw get remembered, get to resemble their former habits of borrow and crawlspace

    and slink the backyard

    landfills for busted deckchairs and wigs to nest in.

    This is how you might resume where you left off: penmanship tailored to feedlot plus hitchhike.

    This is how the professional mounts the folds of a leftover body, easing the wood wool through

    the form     removing the dead from its

    muscle. Skulk and drove and bone dust braced in the plaster,

    my poor

    pet fox whose eyes, closeup, are so clear, so bright, the shrubline fixed in the distance of them          the rabbit’s torn up ear pink petals of insulation tufting the ditch and there, see

    the bramble snared

    glint of the

    noose

    held there     hardwired to the nothing that’s

    left of it.

    OFFICE: CPA OFFICE NEAR STEAKHOUSE AND ALL-BRANDS SEW &

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