Within the world of Wunderkammer, or -cabinet of curiosities, - Cynthia Cruz archives the ruinous, the sparkling, the traumatic, and the decadent. These poems, through sensuous impressions, mimic what it's like to wake from a dream only to realize you are still inside the dream. We encounter gluttony pinned against starvation---ceiling high cream cakes, / I ran twelve miles in my ballet leotard- -- and the glamorous mixed with the grotesque ---I follow a sequin / Thread of dead things.- Through -brutal music, - Wunderkammer grips at the edges of memory and chaos; these poems have -found the kill / And entered it.-.