By turns tender and rough-hewn, and always structurally inventive, the poems in Wendy's McGrath's new collection show a writer reaching the height of her creative powers. Whether evoking the vulgar give-and-take of a men's poker night, fleeting moments of connection between mothers and sons, afternoons spent in overgrown backyard gardens, or wondrous childhood trips to the drive-in, McGrath's feel for the bygone details of working-class life is uncanny. The book's highlight is the playful poetic sequence that gives the book its title, the product of a more-than-decade-long improvisational collaboration with printmaker Walter Jule, a series of not-quite-mirror poems whose meanings reflect on each other in kaleidoscopic ways.