Citizen J hides in underground forests, worries that her toasters are miked, finds bombs in unusual places, tries her hand at piloting and cowboy human resources. She marries twelve husbands, marries twelve wives. In this series of interconnected poems, reminiscent at once of Heather Christle and John Berryman, Olszewska's everywoman hero moves across a landscape that might be America re-imagined as a post-Soviet state: surreal, contradictory.
