The razor in the title poem of this gritty, stunning collection can inflict pain or instill trust. It shaves away layers of duplicity and complicity. But readers will be surprised by the flip side of the title's implication, that this collection is permeated by a persistent, soft undercurrent of vulnerability. Richard Krawiec's collection, She Hands Me the Razor, pushes up against, and sometimes explodes through, the boundaries of both his and his readers' shared truths. This tense and tender collection delves deeply into love, loss, and redemption, which could be the subtitles for each of our lives.