Stunning. Gorgeous. Beyond beautiful, Alison's language is a masterclass of emotion and loss and longing and hope again. I had to physically remind myself to breathe in Clean Slate when she ends the poem: "I hope we fade / from each other like the bleaching out of a stain. / Treated properly, you'd never know it ever existed: / wine on a linen shirt, blood from a wedding dress." And during Cleaning Out the Freezer: "it all moves / to the sink to rot as I pretend I'll defrost / and eat it with the same love you used / to prepare it"