"Casey Rocheteau is from somewhere beyond. The Dozen, alive with witches and elephants and Sun Ra and Gucci Mane, broods a necessary and black magic in these poems that explode form through language that is equal parts shit-talk and incantation. In these poems, something wild breaks loose & snatches our edges as Rocheteau rides Time like a broomstick as she takes the black tradition of the dozens and turns into this brilliant glimpse into the black future & now. This book is the work of a bad mamma jama doing it and doing it well, a poet who doesn't flinch in the face of the world, but bucks...