To foil the context was to outrun the authority’s imagination. And to refuse all explanations of why what we felt was not real.

To disarm the wolf every time at every gate. Unthread its learnedness and don the lonely pelt.

The poems of Alt-Nature move in desert dreams and riverbeds. Here, geography forms the basis of feeling and connection in the American Southwest. Being and becoming along meridians of environmental degradation, globalized/ing militarism, and incarceration, Saretta Morgan thinks through the languages that instantiate violence alongside those which prepare the body for love.