Passionate and irreverent, Mortal Trash transports the readers into a world of wit, lament, and desire. Like Pablo Neruda, Kim Addonizio hears "a swarm of objects that call without being answered": hospital crash carts, lawn gnomes, Evian bottles, wind-up Christmas creches, edible panties, cracked mirrors. Whether comic, elegiac, or ironic, the poems in Mortal Trash remind us of the beauty and absurdity of our time on Earth. FROM "SCRAPBOOK" ...our blues assume you understand not much, and try to be alive, just as we do, and that it may be helpful to hold the hand of someone as lost as you.