After moving to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan poet Sara Ryan found herself immersed in the isolated spaces of the North the cold places that never thawed the bleak expanses of snow. These poems have teeth bones and bloodthey clack and bruise and make loud sounds. They interrogate selfpreservation familial history extinction taxidermy and animal and female bodies. In between these lines in warm places where blood collects animals stay hidden and hunted a girl looks loneliness dead in the eye