"A startlingly surreal and mytho-erotic creation, The Egg Mistress conjures unknown boundaries of eros and worlds within an egg whose origins demand the geographies of a new language:
If I could speak mineral.
If I could only eat bonemeal. If the cabbage
learned not to grow roots. If you were the barn
and I was the peeled corn.
Jessica Poli is a true original and this chapbook is an odyssey of delight.”
– Mark Irwin, judge of the 2012 Poetry Chapbook Competition
