Starkly unaware of herself and struggling to make the passage from child to adult, the narrator in this collection points the finger, repeatedly exposes her heart and wonders why things just never seem to work out. Join in her flirtations with strangers, intoxicating relationships and explorations to the edge of the void. This is poetry of the imagination where madness grows, memory holds sway and the night is an octopus "awkwardly getting caught. Tentacles fastening onto telegraph poles...".