A book that forces you to slow down, soak in the dense lines one at a time, word by word, jabs and fragments, until the language of the book is your new language, breathing through you like some kind of personal hypnosis. Harrowing in its enchantment (or enchanting in its harrow?).
"Men withering on mom stalks / Women choking down dad dust / Small dogs coughing up divorce"
and "Bulbous mold blooms on spare room dreams"