Aptowicz poetry is direct, emotive, and sometimes hilarious. I most definitely performance poetry though and loses some punch on the page. Elements of the use of pornography are innovative, but some are basically fairly puerile jokes. The memoir-in-verse element does read particularly dry in the beginning in a way that is distractingly prosaic at first. As one becomes more invested, Aptowicz actually does more with the forms as well as becomes more poignant. Ultimately, it is an uneven book but the mixture of humor and humanity was charming enough to keep me engaged.