I find the chapbook fascinating. Here is a poem from the book:
Plastic #5 (Polypropylene)
birthed from melted slurries / of 2-liter
soda bottle tops. Metal dies extrude
bolts of milky-white
fabric / cut to fit
agree to keep us warm
if we'll insulate them
/ in return.
Machine Wash Cold
Do Not Iron
Microscopic barbs / stick to lifelines
catching feeling of sandpaper
tactile expression of fingernails
on chalkboards. Unpleasantness
of microfiber dust rags / now we're comparing
plastics to plastics.
Articles dyed blue / dyed red
create an allusion to softness
/ the subtext of warmth
When did you first realize / your long johns could melt?
I fill the pockets of my parka
with plastic bottle tops
to protect myself / from frostbite.