"in which her fingers spread her blue nails shed
like dead sequins"
A tiny snippet from Juliet Cook's poem "Lip Synching", which appears within a brand new review by Sabotage Reviews of an older poetry chapbook, "We Don't Stop Here", based on the David Lynch film Mulholland Drive and published by The Private Press in 2008.
The whole review - http://sabotagereviews.com/2013/09/17/we-dont-stop-here-ed-by-ivy-alvarez/
The Private Press (which has published several different Lynch film inspired chapbooks) - http://zoo.f2s.com/privatepress/store.html