I Visit My Aunt in MontemarcelloPhoebe Eccles Part elegy, part love poem, and with the springy insistence of an epistolary text, it shows how the agonies, elations, and disordered rhythms of those modes might combine into a strange emulsion. Through a process of glitchy metonymy, the people examined here so intently (a mother, an aunt, a lover called Cope) become equivalent to other objects in the world, like a road or a rock or a shrubbery; the poem also allows for the possibility