The etymology of the word “warp” is constantly at play in Laura Bylenok’s new poetry collection although the word rarely appears. Warp becomes an agent of the change that is central to existence, projecting through space and laying on hands. Bylenok weaves iterations of warp’s definitions through her verses like a wave, a particle, a distortion, a sigh. Never obvious, Bylenok’s imagery and sounds linger. Bylenok's poems are grounded in physicality, finding the divine in the ordinary.