In Arielle Hebert’s debut poetry collection Bottom Feeders, Florida lures you in with long summer nights, oversized t-shirts and damp bikinis, trips to Publix for champagne and orange juice. There’s a reason so many choose the Sunshine State for their vacations, but as Hebert points out, vacations here are quick to become trap doors: “A whole town of trap doors / and someone always lost / on the other side.”


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