Beautifully intense collection of poems built of and around a near fatal motorcycle accident that her lover/husband had. Perhaps the most lovely thing about the book is that the poet doesn't judge the bike rider. The poems seem to arise out of her understanding the pleasure even as she fears the pain that comes. In the final poem, after describing her own motorbike ride through a hail storm wearing only a bathing suit and a helmet, she ends on phrase "doped by the thrill." That seems one of the best summaries of the kinds of pleasure that come from dangerous activity.
Another local pleasure in this book, is the sense you get from it of life on the east side of greater Detroit. It is never stated explicitly, other than "the ramp to Van Dyke from Fifteen," where the accident happened, and several mentions of pier life (I'm assuming is around Lake St. Clair), but the poems all add to that world up in McComb County, Michigan.