you know what there were points in this collection where i stopped and was like what is the point of this use of language. sometimes i feel too stupid to read poetry. this is a very strong collection and especially a strong debut which plays well with form and grief and despair. at times the imagery felt deeply kitschy and i kinda felt eh about the audience participation, which felt like one of the weaker aspects of the book. the poet is very sharp it’s just kind of odd to me how much the voice is defined by 90s-00s pop culture nostalgia and touchstones. like it’s sometimes saccharinely nostalgic. good poems but i’ve been trying to read this for at least three months and i’m glad to be done