callmeanonymous

“Emily Perkovich’s callmeanonymous offers a wickedly visceral look into a mind on fire. Equal parts playful, urgent language and panicked, raw emotion, each poem feels like being trapped in a carnival: loud, colorful, overwhelming, and impossible to look away from. By the end of the last poem, the reader is in a hall of mirrors, forced to look at themselves. Perkovich, in a scant few poems, accomplishes the impossible: she changes how you think forever.”

—Billie Sainwood, author of What Was Eaten Was Given

“Emily Perkovich stuns in callmeanonymous, using a sense of perceived anonymity to bring forth all in this world she cannot say. Her words hold your hand through the gentle violence of her own struggles of OCD and CPTSD, and pull you back in, begging for more. with lines like "i watched myself drip down your chin, how you’d claim you’d kissed teeth," Perkovich walks you through her thoughts and how they influence every aspect of her relationships. callmeanonymous ensures a delightfully tragic, yet personally profound journey into what it means to be Emily; there is no way to deny the words are a true reflection of the self.”

—arushi (aera) rege, author of exit wound (not point of entry), eic of nightshade lit & bus talk

“In her micro-chap callmeanonymous, Perkovich peels back layers of skin to expose the raw meat inside. This collection is short but not exactly sweet. The poems are of the body, within the body, alive with visceral detail. Tranquilizers. Cuticles soaked in hot screams. Hangnails. Bad thoughts. Double negatives. Uncomfortable at times but so thrillingly vital, the poet’s inner monologue is teeming with contradictions. Oil versus water. Reflection versus transparency. Heads in the clouds versus underground burials.

In callmeanonymous, these contradictions coexist in perfect harmony.”

—J. Archer Avary, author of Total Rhubarb