"Waters' elegant language suggests that there is grace to be found in facing and speaking of our sorrows... His use of humor creates a tension between the profane and the sublime."— Arts & Letters Among the survivors of the Donner Party—idiom's black sense of humor—Who developed a secret taste for flesh Flaked between the fluted bones of the wrist? In his tenth poetry collection, Michael Waters tackles the dual (and dueling) natures of our sin and transgression, isolation and atrocity, love and darkness, and the desire for a language that can illuminate such ordinary yet disturbing spaces.