Jen Tynes' "The End of Rude Handles," (Red Morning Press).
This book-length poem gave me the wonderful sense of reading something both strange and familiar--I read it in one sitting.
Here's an excerpt--
CONVERGING INTO THE GROUPS AND CENTERS
A bundle of hose left
twisted and loose to remind us,
perwinkle is a color
The neighboring children dress
like a faucet, with little things
in their hands and pockets.
We turn on every
light in the house
and leave them burning.
I take a bundle of sticks and redden
their ankles if they misbehave,
I can only love
one person at a time.
And this line from the section, Ways of Contrariness--
There are several different ways of looking out a window.
Get to the post office, post stuff.