“’A woman’s smile / can be a muzzle.’ With shocking dexterity, Anne Champion invokes the voices of her foremothers. Like Florence Nightingale, we must become ‘everything.’ Like Sylvia Plath, we should aspire to be ‘the most terrible thing’ until the good girl/bad girl binary collapses, until we are whole. Champion’s poems urge us to wake up, to check our pulses, that the ‘good girl’ has already died—and this is the book that buries her.” —Brandi George, author of Gog