Andrew Brenza's 'I Wake Up Each Morning Covered in Dust' is an abstract verse memoir of the post-apocalypse. In it, lyric poetry is reduced to vectorized fields of punctuation, words collapse on each other to form corroded textual rivets, and concrete poems melt in meta-commentary to expose the wasteland of the human spirit. Yet, among these aimless ruins of textual matter is a representation of the persistence of human consciousness, the will to endure, and the desire to find beauty among the rubble.