Throughout the collection, each speaker—beautifully, lovingly, painstakingly—negotiates their status as an outsider while also understanding themselves as inextricably linked to and made by the spaces referenced. For those of us who have felt homeless, whether by fiat or fiasco (often synonymous), this collection feels like opening our journals, our most primal screams. Maceration, as a collection, is shaped by loss and memory, even as it questions how each of these experiences come into being.