"...there's a girl, a bed, a gun, a fire/ You want her to be a body of water a city you can disappear// into for awhile The gun goes off and something/like a shard of glass slips, to nestle// at the edge of your eye, forever..." Many evocative items and notions come into play and nestle at the edge of the reader's eye as Sophie Klahr proceeds with this moving non-linear account of living in a human body.