Well, let's start off with the titular poem, The Mood Ring Diaries.

All right, thank you.

And I want to start by saying this book has an epigraph by Edith Sodergran that is translated by Stina Katchadourian.

And the epigraph reads, I had to walk through the solar systems before I found the first thread of my red dress.

and then this section starts with a diary entry ascento august 2nd 1962 in the beginning we are little things copper tongued and shaken our breasts and knees rising hands cupped to mouths the mood ring diaries We lived in a time of iron lungs and Marlboro men where feral dogs with matted eyes and rock hard balls ruled.

the streets of our childhood.

And rats multiplied in alleys behind matchbox houses.

Which poem would you like to read next?