you have probably heard this elsewhere but sharp teeth by toby barlow is the best free-verse epic poem concerning rival l.a.-area weredog gangs written by an ad executive ever. this reminds you why like the iliad are so good at capturing people fighting, the immediately necessary coiling and extending at moment's notice, opening up into spaces, collapsing for velocity, hiding in the corner and not showing. stuff is always happening and it always works. love, me.