"Griswold has taken the Whitmanesque 'I'--'I' as everyone--and made it unmistakably singular . . . Though the sequence nods to the surreal and the psychological--Rimbaud's 'Je est un autre'--there are also echoes of John Berryman and Sylvia Plath, poets closer to home whose self-awareness was enacted on the page in the form of characters, masks, new selves . . . wry and intimate, sophisticated and all [Griswold's] own--imagining the adventure that is being." --Kevin Young, The New Yorker

"This second poetry collection from Griswold is profoundly of its moment (just look at the CBD oil references), but its language feels somehow eternal." --Emma Specter, Vogue

"[Griswold] writes poems so emotionally charged they seem on the verge of spilling over . . . palpable and provocative poems that can be appreciated by broad audience." --Karla Huston, Library Journal