“Robert M. Edwards tirelessly undermines the privileged and lofty role of ‘poet.’ He makes adjustments to language in the same way my industrial-arts-teaching father used a hammer, putting the final kiss to a 2 x 4 or knuckling some frozen part free. Here is a collection of poems that has savor and the charged humor and ingenuity that has always thrived in working-class language (as opposed to that lost and closeted and thinning language that fills too many collections).” —Scott King, founder of Red Dragonfly Press