n this stunning and utterly original debut collection of poems, Tyler Deaton bestows back on us our own everyday world, but transformed through the lens of literary history, acid wit, sticky slapstick situations, elegant dazzling diction, and fabulous fabulae for indeed, as Mr. Deaton says, “We lollygag in the Apocalypse’s lobby.”

   And what better pastime to employ, when the death of contagion is everywhere and sleep unnatural, but to make a toy out of the very idea of existence, to get drunk on the vibrancy of life itself, lived close-up?