LONGLISTED for Reading the West Book Award

"The strangest, most memorable poems, which will itch your ear long after reading them. Taisia Kitaiskaia's new book is something to hold close, to find a different way to be in this world. 'Now I am happy to be your cactus. I have little cactus dreams...' These are poems you will remember like a map of the supernatural world that lives around us all the time, unseen. Taisia sees for us though, and with remarkable clarity! You will love this book!" -CA Conrad, author of While Standing in Line for Death

"Under Taisia Kitaiskaia's Nightgown is the body of a fairytale with a belly like a kettle brewing something ancient and futuristic, tender and feral. Each poem is an amulet, charmed and broken and glistening. Each poem glows like the fullest moon. Reading Kitaiskaia is like reading spells off rare parchment. She might be the poet who is missing from every fairytale you've ever read." -Sabrina Orah Mark, author of Wild Milk

"For fans of Taisia Kitaiskaia's previous books, I'm here to tell you her poetry debut is every bit as wild, witchy, and visionary as you could have hoped. In The Nightgown, Taisia's ongoing exploration of the folklore of the self voyages into exciting new territory. Prepare to step inside a menagerie of evil potatoes and misbehaving angels, imaginary gardens and real toads. It's an experience as beguiling as a wedding ceremony you never fully learn the rules to. This book left me completely drunk and I don't regret it and neither will you." -Dobby Gibson, author of Little Glass Planet

"What do you expect to see when you look deeply into the foreign wounds on your body? Taisia shows you how to descend into the tender bog, how to relish the unknown creatures brushing past you, and... Please, don't be alarmed when her poem guides your hand to draw a card that speaks too loud. It is only your friend, your shadow, waiting for you to break the ice." -Jiyoon Lee, author of Foreigner's Folly and translator of Blood Sisters

"The Nightgown is not the ethereal, diaphanous sleeping frock of fairytales. It's carnal, fleshly. Its angels have hairy fingers. A soul is a thing you can pet. There's lots of butter, meat, glasses of milk. The love is strenuous, and the impossible starves on. The only thing these poems have in common with fairytales is their dark brain and crepuscular faces. I'm ensorcelled by their logic, which is soluble in its own sentences (and the syllogisms are such: if you're ravished by a rabbit, you've been rabbished, haha). The poems read like stories, but they are not going forward to an end - they are going backward, into the history of their own words. In one poem, the writer asks if she can be a man of God and the poem ends "the little wormings, i do love" - ahh, yes! - not the book she is writing, or the words, but the insects that eat them, which of course, in these poems of anglo saxon meatiness are called wormings. I loved the words in these poems. Where oh where, Taisia Kitaiskaia, did you get those nouns!? What big texture you have! It would be perfect if this book's cover were made of human hair, and we could stroke it as we read." -Darcie Dennigan, author of Palace of Subatomic Bliss and Madame X

"Fairytales are grim creatures, part teeth, part terror, but nevertheless, too seductive to resist. Taisia's poems 'crawl out from the river' like a nymph to offer that poisoned apple, of which I gladly bite, in search of 'that imaginary orgasm.'" -mónica teresa ortiz, author of muted blood

"In such moribund, retrograde times as ours, it is wildly bracing to encounter such unapologetic and joyously imaginative intensity as Taisia Kitaiskaia's poems convey. It is difficult to express how wonderful this book is because its extraordinary magic is transformative and seems to have ch