I have lost the consolation of faith/ though not the ambition to worship
In mauve sea-orchids as in her striking earlier book Guardians of the Secret, Lila Zemborain brings into relationship the viscera of the body and the spill of the universe in tense compositions that blur distinctions between lyric and prose poetry, between science and eros.
There's an old blues refrain: I begged for water, you gave me gasoline.