Winner of the Nightboat Books Prize for Poetry "Even if you think you are hallucinating, you are not, the lights actually are "bouncing / Off a panther's undulating / Back." The pain is real, the dreams are real, and so is the sewing machine. People are just no longer used to a glass mountain that doesn't shatter. We have grown more accustomed to the mountain having simply been removed. We may have already forgotten that "god is a child / who pretends to pray / because in the midst of his holy make-believe childhood / he is a beautiful version of daffodil twirling in dew." We are no longer used to the heart's engine revving with such quiet, lonely, insistent, anatomical intensity. Not so many people have traveled in Vi Khi Nao's language mind before. Here is your ticket, a vagrant fragrance."-C. D. Wright