Review by Lannie Stabile
Though everyone has their unique struggles, it’s obvious Pufpaff has experienced what many of us have: growing pains. He talks about independence and soul-searching, about love triangles and rejection. “I get my haircut/just so I have someone to talk to,” he writes, and I know exactly what he means because I, too, have made excuses to be close to another lonely animal.
When he writes, “I am that faded line erased/Redrawn and erased again/Because I just do not quite fit in,” I remember every strange look I received in high school, when I didn’t understand what it meant to pretend.
That’s what makes this collection so accessible, so approachable. We can put ourselves in these cracks and pops of a body learning how to be on its own.