Feng Sun Chen's first chapbook of poetry.
"Her 'ugly feelings' create a kind of black hole of an ambience, through which the speaker moves moebius-like; she begins with Plath's dead woman but supersaturates this image, burning a hole in the image so to speak."
— Johannes Göransson, author of Entrance to a Colonial Pageant in Which We All Begin to Intricate
"Feng Sun's speaker, I think, is herself more than your typical processed porcine slab. Her lines distend and contract as if in a crate; their double-spacing produces rinds of fat instead of breathing room. This speaker is at once Tori Amos' breast, the suckling piglet, and our transfixed gaze, wouldn't you say?"
— Lucas de Lima, Montevidayo
