In the titular poem Daddy, Jake Byrne writes
"This is a list poem, I suppose"
, flagging early on an impulse to catalog fissures of the self. These poems seem autobiographical by way of therapy or self-talk, with Byrne enumerating anecdotes within queer tropes: parental (largely paternal) issues, how those eff up a man's sense of self, assault and drugs and how those also eff up a man’s sense of self, the body as a receptacle, the dissolution of the self as a proxy to fulfillment, and the various ways these complications transform to kink and fetish.
It is quite refreshing to see queer kink discussed with such directness as Byrne’s, as there seems to be a general consensus against it, both subject and verbiage, even within the queer (male) poetic tradition. Sex is often alluded to, but hardly documented, lest it be seen as vulgar and rubbish. The way Byrne seems to grapple with the erotic is to lean into disclosure as a creative act, to stack sexual and traumatic confessions, and to build a world heightened or troubled by these encounters. The tradeoff here is that the vigor of the poems comes mostly secondhand, derived from their erotic origins, though I don’t see this as being a concern at all to Byrne.
In fact, Byrne seems to be irreverent to the supposed power of poetry. He pokes fun at it most notably in Long Poem II, one of the longer works and the most self-referential in the collection. In it, Byrne calls out the title of the poem and the poem multiple times, frequent enough to ensure that the reader does not forget it. In the same poem, he also includes a potential rewrite of a few lines using the "Poet Voice”, an extremely literary and verbose oracle. These impulses embedded within the poems almost turn them into artifice, more as footnotes to erotic acts or as loose containers of his troubled past, rather than sites of reconstruction and atonement. For Byrne, retribution is not a thing within poems if it’s not a thing in real life.