The sheep-tracks of your mind were worn to trenches... utterly scarifying, these are among the very best father elegies since Michael Hofmann's Acrimony.
With his carefully weighed retrospection, Waterman is the most Hardyesque of modern poets, forever sniffing out the might-have-beens beneath mere actuality.
In poems, we echolocate / the feelings, Fain writes, thinking of whales and feeling her way uncertainly into the space where a poem exists / as several selves.
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