Couldn't lv this book more. // "a typesetter changes man to person / will they catch her" (17) // I've seen the title poem get pulled into a couple of anthologies as a great piece of labor poetry but it really needs to be read in full and the threads followed through the rest of the book which moves to the other overlapping spheres of Brodine's life, her activism, family, illness. Because labor is so much more than what happens on the job. And because WSatMT works powerfully as a collection. Introductions and prefaces usually make me want to puke. This is an exception. From Meridel Le Sueur's compact, raw intro: "As a poet wounded in my time...driven down into the pits." Le Sueur does seem like one of those great feminist-labor writers lost when the wave of leftist writing broke in the 40s. "she thinks about everything at once without making a mistake" / yes! / "the layers, fossils. the idea that this machine she controls / is simply layers of human workhours frozen in steel, tangled / in tiny circuits, blinking out through lights like hot, red eyes." // "All my life, the urgency to speak, the pull toward silence." CA Conrad says they fled the factory to save themselves then after years of writing found the factory on their desk. Brodine's poetics shows how to do more than describe work, she engages it, escapes it sometimes --by imagining bosses are elephants, changing the words its her job to typeset, imagining fish in darkness glowing their own light. By centering relationships and solidarities. The poems travel, interrupt themselves w/the coordinated scripts of a job: "this set of codes slips through my hands, a / loose grid of shadows with big gaps my own thoughts sneak / through." Scribe beside the text.