In How I Became an Angry Woman, Bianca Bargo autopsies a doomed love in razor-edged imagery "boiling with lava and venom." Here we have a man who has "eaten girls' hearts like valentine candy" and a woman who has "too many nightmares / of your old lover; / her fingers, dirty / with knowing you first." These are volcanic poems that ultimately understand how love-like the truth-is rarely pure and never simple. -Sarah Freligh