“At a certain point, Mitzi had no idea. ‘I saw a gang,’ she said. // ‘Were they soldiers?’ // ‘They were flowers. It was summer. I love you.’ // I told Mitzi she was sick, like a person with lice or a demon. // ‘I love you,’ I said, but that was a lie, a demon or a word that conceals another.” Excerpts from Rachel Levy’s A Book So Red, winner of the 2014 Caketrain Competition and finalist for the TS Book Prize.