![]() There’s a lot about death in here, and accidents, yet the poems are incredibly beautiful, with images of body parts accompanying emotional rending that makes everything feel wide open. Those that are entirely left-aligned are unrelenting, line after line of text propelling you forward (see “Saying Your Names”). Most of Siken’s poems are grouped into stanzas of multiple lines, with space being provided by varied line length and indenting, so you feel as though you’re falling through the poems. The first time I read it (in a doctor’s office waiting room, no less) I could barely breathe as I flipped from one poem to the next. “This is a book about panic,” Louise Glück says in her foreword. I started reading a book this week that I simply couldn’t get into instead, you get to hear about one of my favorite poetry collections, Crush. “You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.” ![]()
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