In C. T. Salazar's striking debut poetry collection, the speaker is situated in the tradition of Southern literature but reimagines its terrain with an eye on the South's historic and ongoing violence. His restless relationship with religion ("a child told me there was a god / and because he was smiling, I believed him") eventually includes a reclamation of the language of belief in the name of desire. "I felt myself become gospel in your hands," the speaker tells his beloved. And, as the title poem asserts, a headless body "leaves more room for salvation."

Though Salazar's South is not a tender place, the book is a petition for tenderness, revealing in both place and people the possibilities for mercy, vulnerability, and wonder. The lyric I, as it creates an archive of experience, is not distanced from the poems' subjects or settings, but deeply enmeshed in a tangled world. In poems with lush diction, ranging from a sonnet crown to those that explore the full field of the page, Headless John the Baptist Hitchhiking seeks--and finds--where the divine resides: "Praise our hollow-bell bodies still ringing."