Stay Dead by Natalie Shapero made the shortlist for the 2025 National Book Award for Poetry. It is a collection of typical contemporary poetry: lyrical, free verse, and autobiographical in nature.
The themes for this collection are death, dying, the afterlife, method acting, and abstract expressionism. There are cameos from Monet, Plath, and . . . Anthony Bourdain?
As I always say in these reviews, I tend to be a bit more conservative in my poetry preferences. I like all the strictures of traditional poetry. Occasionally, I find a piece of contemporary poetry that really speaks to me . . . but this ain’t it.
I do, however, try to find some poems that stick out to me in every collection, so here are two from Stay Dead:
Fireball
Please stop circulating the untrue rumor
that I have been telling people I hope there is
no Heaven, that one world
is enough. Bandages stocked
in the padlocked aisle, claim denial, bird
spikes, rent hikes, people sleeping in arrays
of rags and being categorized as rags—why
wouldn’t I want more of what God made?
You said NATURE IS INDIFFERENT
TO SUFFERING. I said whoa you and nature
have so much in common—you should get
together sometime. Listen, if it looks like
I’m dying, I’m not—I’m just burning
up in Earth’s atmosphere like comet debris
on impact, piercing the field
and then flashing away. It should be any day.
——
Nightstand
I keep picking up the book about trauma and recovery, but right
when I get to the end of section one, the door rings, the dog pukes,
the heater blows, fraud alert, tornado drill, get out
here fast, you gotta see this truck that ignored the height sign
on the underpass and now it’s lodged like an overlarge pill
in the throat of the off-ramp, tangling the city where I poison
myself with the past, cough it up, cough it up—
I FIND MYSELF DISGUSTED BY MY PROFESSION . . .
(Claude Monet)