You know I often try and find some things I can call my own (ironically though as they are others' works). This book is one of the few. I especially enjoy the work of Babiasz (sp?) in that his poetry really seems to come from a place that is dark and real, while maintaining an almost harsh acceptance of life. My favorite in particular is called "The Pretender", which (I assume) is the tale of a love who is merely in the relationship for something else. Babiasz's word choice and vivid imagery most certainly highlights the anguish and torment that capture the tormet perfectly. I honestly recoomend this book and I hope it actually leaves this state.