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In this, her debut collection, Ingrid Ruthig records the flux of the individual through the past, present and future of our collective world. Ruthig's concerns are with our very skin, and our separation from one another — separations that are at once familial, intimate, interconnected. She explores our need to create, and in doing so to build a deeper sense of self: questioning, observing, then striving to respond. Her voice throughout is confident, concentrated, wry. This is a book of poems about the nature of the frail, flawed human being, who is nonetheless perfect.