“Pimone Triplett’s Supply Chain traces the imperatives of indentiture—‘supply,’ here, serving as both modifier and verb of command—from global market forces to the psychological farce of self-regulation. Few writers investigate the anthemic inversions of our collective syntax with such ferocity and nuance. ‘My grammar,’ sings this poet, hand over her reader’s heart, ‘tis of thee.’”— Srikanth Reddy, author, Voyager

“Of the poets I admire, I can think of no other who dwells as comfortably inside language as Pimone Triplett. As such, Supply Chain—like her previous volumes—finds her gloriously moving between fixed and subtle shifts of meanings, between what’s known and what can only be discovered through such jubilant lyricism. And yet, her poems are not empty concerts; they are too thematically urgent and charmingly mature in their haunting range of concerns. From the nature
 of human capital in our modern age to the cultural inheritance of a son, here is 
a poet who unapologetically showcases the virtues of a complex, demanding art to possess that which haunts the periphery of our imaginations while she simply has fun with words.”—Major Jackson