Holly Fleming writes poems that have a strong visceral quality to them. She often incorporates raw overtones of fleshy imagery and brazen statements. In “Meat Dress,” she writes, “I’ll share my snacks/I’ll be naked under the meat/The residue of dress is what you remember.” Each poem is set across a different piece of artwork that compliments the poem’s themes, and ultimately makes for a clean but eclectic aesthetic. Fleming’s writing sticks itself into the uncomfortable and self-conscious, the overt and the defeated, and while the heightened self-awareness that creeps through (like the references she makes to be a writer), she still strikes up some severe trajectories and tactile angles with her Lip. (Liz Worth)