I love a book that ends with a question. Just as “roses can have many meanings,” these poems carry a sense of dissonance through them, begging the reader to consider the nearness, the similarities, dare I suggest the intimacy, between creatures such as insects and angels; and where does the human body find itself in the spectrum of beautiful things? One possibility is that we are both beautiful and stuck in a state of erosion, until “nothing remains but to become.” We are both angel and insect, we are both “bone & jewel”. I loved the last two poems and the way they create this really well done, solid ending cast in reflection. My favorite poem that I’ve returned to read a few times is “Prevailing Submission”, a prose poem that rests near the end of the book, but to me sort of captures a lot of what the other poems touch on. The title of the book is a line in this poem, and I love the juxtapose of divine and bodily imagery in this piece. Highly recommend.