Book excerpt: The Elvis Machine is a book of poems inspired by living, loving, and hate-fucking in Memphis, Tennessee--a city still kissed with the 1950s. Forged in a dumpster fire of toxic Elvises, these poems are pornographic bad romances, psychedelic love dirges, and threnodies for sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll. They'll make you laugh off the pain as much as you'll cry, cringe, and feel exposed in this 'No Boys Allowed' clubhouse of feminine rage and healing. "Kim Vodicka is the sexier Stephen Wright of poetry, with incisive one-liners so sharp and mind-blowingly funny that you forget how hard you were laughing before you started crying, then started laughing again." -John Skipp, author of The Art of Horrible People "Vodicka's poetry is a seasick-sweet treasure trove of marvel. Her verses leave you yearning for the kind of love and life you know is bad for you, but you can't stop reading." -Elle Nash, author of Animals Eat Each Other "Here is the uncanny valley girl, the B-movie queen, Kim Vodicka, delivering a prize fight of the sexes in poetry where every line is a punch line. This book is the seminal display of misogyny's trauma, an unflinching exposé of toxic relationships, and an exquisitely honest portrayal of a woman's most intimate bits. Vodicka peels us to the core. This is what raw feels like." -Jeanette Powers, author of Dandylion Riot and founder of Stubborn Mule Press "The Elvis Machine is foaming at the mouth all over your pillow. Vodicka takes our balls and wears them like a teething necklace. Her wordplay is as bloody as it is brilliant. This is a love story dissected and displayed of its most vulnerable parts. Once again, she has managed to rock all my sensibilities." -Kelsey Marie Harris, author of The Jolly Queef