Hagit Grossman's poetry hovers through the city streets like a floating camera, observing the outcasts and scanning them in wavelengths that are usually beyond the range of our perception. But in addition to mapping the actual city streets, this book also registers the city's interior spaces. The poems in the book shake us and cast us, with honesty and courage, toward the intimacies from which we prefer to avert our eyes. -Amir Becker