Poetry. UNRULY is a book of rude girl poems describing threesomes, freewheeling, Joan of Arc, naked mole rats, and other R-rated things. It is also a book about overcoming an upbringing in the Bible Belt. All this converges in a spilling, like when you vomit into your purse in an Uber except in this book you're sober enough to be mad. Also see in UNRULY: poems in conversation with original artwork by riot girls across the country. "Starting with its terrific title, UNRULY gives us fierce and funny images, invites the reader in for matter-of-fact lines like 'maybe you've been taking it / up the ass this whole time, ' 'and / then we high-fived or made out; / I don't remember, ' making you part of a conversation you are thrilled to overhear, about 'how being a woman / means sometimes being pressed // into corners or blindness / or laughter.' There's a lot of laughter. And we need it. These poems remind us to 'want as much / as possible, ' 'because I am again and again aroused / to be alive."--Jill McDonough "Elysia Smith sits her younger self beneath a ghost light and pulls the most arcane questions out from her chest. She looks back on the origins of her own sexual identity, surfacing the candid ugliness that flickers in all instances of coming of age and sex itself. Gritty detail and exquisite retelling crash together to disrupt the orderliness of simplified femininity that comes from a small-town upbringing."--Laura Knicklebine "UNRULY is not only one of the liveliest and most inviting titles I know for a collection of poems, it's also one of the most accurate. Elysia Smith's poems are utterly uninhibited, whatever their subject--Joan of Arc, Calamity Jane, and especially sex. But you'd be dead wrong to miss the underlying artistry. These UNRULY poems are completely finished down to their consistently unforgettable--hilarious, beautiful, scary--last lines. To quote Smith herself, this book is 'the real, hairy thing' "--Lloyd Schwartz