Ruefman's debut chapbook interrogates the personal and cultural histories, opening wounds in the hopes that he might more effectively suture his wounds. From his reflections on his first experience holding a dead man's head as a child, to the thoughts sparked by the scarred land of an oil boom town a century after the bust, this collection seeks to "share the truths of how our lives are woven, torn and mended," reminding us that sometimes the best thing we can do is to breathe.
