The poems found in here represent the title well. Say one thing for Savannah Brown, say she delivers. The work flits effortlessly between heartfelt sincerity and abject nihilism, exploring mental illness, love of a person, a city, herself but true to her style as a YouTuber, it's never forced. It's fluid and natural in a way a lot of poetry I've read is not: so concerned with being Profound they forget to say anything of consequence. Rather than overdramatise the pain, Brown leans into the contradictions of life to real effect. I was especially captured by the final stretch, where the darkness of existence gets worked through, and there is real beauty to be reflected on: "i'm smiling in the picture. that's the end of it."; "sweat means the body is at work with with the sun"; "unthinking of how or why the muscles move, just happy / that they do."; "i'm really here! i'm really/ here, quite close to you."

The beautiful ache of just a small section of lines, most of the above being from just one poem lol (Me, Barefaced, in the Sycamore). Brown conveys complex moods and impressions without being too ornate. She's both cerebral and conceptual and thoroughly accessible.

My only real complaint is that not all the poems stuck out to me like the last several but that might just be me not reading closely. I'd need to revisit this but I want to read other poets first.