The poems in Amber Decker's "The Girl Who Left You" deliver love and lust on the spot, demanding us to immediately pull over to the side of the road and catch our breath. They are moving, visceral snapshots of a poet's life when she bares all and declares: "that next morning / we wore our bruises / proud as prizefighters." When Amber brings us storms over her landscape, we shake deep inside. When she seduces us, we fall for it. And when she leaves us for good, we never forget it, just like her poems.