while questioning the fabric of our lives can often feel entirely theoretical, like a dive into the unknown, savannah brings the world disturbingly close, like being able to see the colour of the sky's gums. using vivid anatomical imagery, she puts the essence of the human experience under an x-ray -- watching cable cars go past in greenwich, or relating to some wayward parakeets, or thinking about the apocalyptic feeling of being with someone. as per usual, her writing is such a viscerally graphic journey, one that makes you uncomfortably aware of all the cells in your skin.

this just wasn't for me i think.... i had no idea what was happening half the time and had a hard time reading in this format (i guess i'm just used to traditional poetry). it was fine tho, i liked some poems notably from the first part

Not great. Ultimately I was really disappointed by this collection. There were a few poems I connected with and liked “The universe may stop expanding in five billion years”, “Enough”, “me bare faced, in the sycamore”, “A memory”. Rarely did I connect with the entirety of a poem though, mainly just specific lines. Many, well most of them were confusing and didn’t give me any emotional feeling other than “I’m sorry what?”. Ultimately I felt like the author knew something I didn’t and like I needed an explanation about what the author was trying to say in the majority of the poems, which in my opinion makes you a bad poet. Certainly not an accessible collection of poems.

forever my favorite book; with every read a new part of my finds solace in knowing i am not alone.