“Alison Stine renders landscape with a riveting, almost gothic ferocity. The universe of Wait crackles, burns brightly, while also leading into a darkness of its own. The collection is impressive not just for its immense formal grace, but also for the adamant, forceful desire—its ‘call of skin’—that singes through every poem.”—Maggie Nelson, author of Jane: A Murder
In a small town under a spell, a child bride prays for the sheriff’s gun. Iron under a bed stops a nightmare. The carousel artist can carve only birds. Part fairy tale and part gothic ballad, Wait spans a single year: the year before a young woman’s marriage. Someone is always watching—from the warehouse, from the woods. And on the outskirts of town, someone new is waiting.