My Heart Is a Museum is Laurie Filipelli's third poetry collection, a sequence of prose poems moving between a declining glove-making town in upstate New York and burgeoning present-day Austin. Filipelli treats the past as something endlessly reformatted, by turns myth, archive, social feed, and bodily symptom, while writing with documentary precision and a wry, unsentimental ear, drawing family migration, reproductive loss, and political exhaustion into one continuous account. Presiding over it are colossal women who refuse the limits of culturally assigned meanings.