I Dreamed Up a Less Vulnerable Network // with wolves, scales, end-notes. The wholes acted with me, // in key. I mean the linear tug was the love-line / and the love-engineers cobbled together to salute // me, as one who is “heralded,” “cleft,” and “ragtag.” / [Note: I am a not the arch-villain of this poem. You are.] 

Wolves, orphans, enchantments, oh my. As Leah Umansky titles one of the poems in this new collection, “The First Rule of a Dystopia is Not to Know You’re in a Dystopia.”