Panic Attack

"These poems are as obsessively inventive as a stalker, as hurt as a pony with a knife in its soul, as surprising as a forest fire in your mouth, as fixated on actual love and the notion of love and the loss of love as I hope never to be, though if I am, this will be the book I should have written, in the future when it's not possible to write this book because Nate Slawson did." - Bob Hicok