This is Rattle’s latest chapbook prize winner. It is weird and wonderful, unlike any book of poetry I have read before. Brown’s “first gods” were animals, depicted on cave walls. In these poems, she aches to communicate with them, to reclaim her animal nature. The language is sassy, beginning with the first lines of the first poem: “Lord, I ain’t asking to be the Beastmaster/gym-ripped in a jungle loincloth/or a Doctor Dolittle or even the expensive vet/down the street, that stethoscope redhead,/her diamond ring big as a Cracker Jack toy.” … She goes on to say all she wants is a “tiny tear between this world and that.” In other poems, she offers an elegy to a possum, a story about a kid goat, and a plea to the animals to speak to her. Brown has published two other poetry books, Sister, a novel-in-poems, and Fanny Says, a biography-in-poems. For me, she is a new and intriguing voice.