The Time Machine is Laura Kasischke’s eleventh book of poetry. The Time Machine offers us surreal and transformative explorations of maternity, mortality, and memory. In the opening poem, Laura tells us: This is what it feels like / to be a woman / who is also a vulture. In a sense, this collection is an elegy for the present self, at once a reminder of all we have lost and all we have to gain if we dig deeply into ourselves: In the end, no / training was needed…I taught myself so well. / It’s all I can do now.