Susan Rawlins' poems vary in subject matter, technique and tone, but their interest is in language: spoken, misspoken, written, effective, destructive, and otherwise irresistible. She quotes Hamlet, Chaucer, Wilde, Chekhov, strangers on the sidewalk, racing drivers, half a dozen plagiarizing screenwriters, medical practitioners, sportscasters, tech support, the Nazis, imaginary conversations with the dog, and most frequently her husband Stan. She likes lists, too.