This debut collection explores memory, cities, motion. Tung-Hui Hu’s tone has some of the swampy wit that recalls Calvino or Michaux: A man swaps bodies with his lover; a mapmaker holds captive a city, which needs his crystal telescope to navigate through streets unreadable as palm lines ; a car pushed off a cliff in a fit of anger becomes home for a school of fish. Anchored by the sequence Elegies for self, Hu’s poetry brings a quiet sophistication to syntax, diction, and form.