In the deftly searching poems of She Who Sleeps With Bones, Tanya Shirley considers how memory revolts from oblivion, what it can mean to be 'haunted by the fruit' of desire -- sexual, political, the desire for an 'uncomplicated legacy,' for home when home exists only as a memory we cannot trust entirely, a space we fear even as we continue to go back there. These poems startle, stir, provoke equally with their intelligence and their music. A wonderful debut.