This follow-up to Zachary Schomburg’s acclaimed first collection of poemsThe Man Suit, is a book of skeleton gloves and skeleton keys-at once dark and playful. With loneliness and levity Schomburg takes the reader on a tour through a liminal world of dream-logic, informed by its own myth and folklore. Here there are new kinds of trees and new ways of naming the ages-jaguars and an abandoned hotel on the horizon. This book will crawl inside your chest and pump lava through your blood.