Picked out somewhat at randomly due to its short length but man did I enjoy this immensely. It's gruesome and bizarre and pretty much a perfect example of what I like in longform poetry. It does a very good job of depicting childhood experiences with violence and the hazy recollection they cause in a suitably abstract and implicit manner. There was a particularly interesting passage that deal with an inability to connect with standard pornographic representations of sexuality and I was like yeah sure real. I will probably seek out more Veinstein now.