ucy Logsdon’s ferociously introspective poems sear us as we read The Stone in My Shoe—leaving nothing unscathed. This writer lets rip with a gasoline candidness on topics from a love letter to her surgeon to her choice, no, desire for corporal punishment in school in The Bad Girl. These poems shock us with their honesty and surprise us with their unexpected involutions of choice that chops off our expectation, leaving us to hold like a severed limb the uncanniness of where she has taken us, inside her pain, clutching tight our tourniquets.
