I read this poetry collection the morning before seeing Rachelle Toarmino read it in person. It was a full day of Hell Yeah. Split between three sections (Music, Flowers, Meat), this is a book that twists language, phrases, family, life, love. It's inward, it's outward, and it's sharp as hell. Her poem for her father titled "All My Life, Oh Lord" might be my favorite, as well as the Meat section of prose poems, or the final poem of the book, ending with a self-titled "Rachelle Toarmino" poem after Molly Brodak's "Molly Brodak". Bangers only.