His body, like yours, would liemute as a plumuntil a vigilant limb cameto a decision. As you might have guessedI've come to one myself. Moving from the absurdity of the First World War to the chaos of today's cities, where men share beds, bottles of ouzo and shade from willow trees, these poems ask questions: If your lover speaks in his sleep, how do you know 'you' is you? What good is it to decorate a headstone? What if you think of the perfect comeback to a six-year-­old argument? Otter fails, with style, to find answers.'Ladouceur writes with an awareness of queer history, documenting it faithfully, but with his own twist . This is poetry motivated by an honest wit.'- John Barton, Arc Poetry Magazine | Otter by Ben Ladouceur, Paperback | Indigo Chapters