Sometimes the process of selecting a piece of art to represent a book’s subject matter is so intuitive, the only explanation you can offer for your motives is the book itself, and even then people often walk away scratching their heads. For this poet’s collection of literary essays about reading and writing, I found the mystery of the disembodied mouth somehow “spoke” to the nature of raw inquiry, so that the very nature of questioning is questioned. It wouldn’t be exaggerating, I think, to suggest that the jacket plays a certain game with the viewer.