rile &; heave (everything reminds me of you)

In the ecstatic tradition, this debut collection considers language as a devotion. Located in an American grain, the poems attempt to enact a collectivity, a body politic, even when the context necessary for collectivity is disrupted-by powerful storms resulting from climate change, by alienation, even by the remediation of the body in airport security lines. Yet, the poet remains stubbornly optimistic, asking readers to recognize that the "world is filling up with/gladness, see. Its utterance/ becomes a door. Enter." great comet of 1680 (ISON) It sounds messed up but in the end I imagine making paper mache globes covered with our faces & hanging them from the ceiling, minus everything we thought it was we were doing here . . .