Sometimes the best poetry collections are the shortest ones. The poems here, which as far as I can remember also appear in Mark Anthony Cayanan’s second book, are creative as they are bizarre and lyrical. Homoeroticism laces the poems, which bounce from prosaic forms to the classic stanzas. Cayanan’s writing style reminds me of Conchitina Cruz, with the additional disregard for rules, which manifests in the form of incomplete sentences and general incoherence. The result is a brief book that’s innovative while emotional.