I guess you could file this under "neurotic-hipster-mom-language-poetry." Zucker's voice has undeniable force, and some of these poems are vivid in their emotional violence and disjointed verse. A lot of it, however, feels confessional in the worst sense of the word: rote, self-absorbed, hysterical, and lyrically sloppy. The author's high-strung personality becomes numbing after a while; it's like being verbally assaulted at top speed for an hour straight. ( )

I don't typically "get" poetry. Until now. ( )