In <body>of work</body> Nóra Blascsók writes about office life, celebrating little rebellions and rare moments of joy found in the mundane, buried in "1,048,576 rows in a spreadsheet". Blascsók's poems consider how the imagination reacts to seemingly never-ending, mind-numbing tasks. <body>of work</body> feels like it was written on company time, time reclaimed for the important work: poetry.