Status Updates From Bright Dead Things

...
How do they do it? Demand the
sweet continuance of birth and flight
in a place so utterly reckless? How
masterful and mad is hope.
(Outside Oklahoma, We See Boston)

Sometimes, you have to look around
at the life you've made and sort of nod at it,
like someone moving their head up and down
to a tune they like.
(Oh please, let it be lightening)

I am curious about this one.

I liked almost all of this section's poems, but particularly "The Long Ride" and "In a Mexicana Restaurant I Recall How Much You Upset Me".

DNFing

Ah death such a beautiful yet misunderstood thing.

Oh, I liked "State Bird" enough I read it aloud to my spouse.

... how much we each want to be
the pure exonerated creature, to be turned loose
into our own wide open without a single
harness of sin to stop us.

Death is simple until it’s someone you love, funny how that works huh?

I'm always surprised at how often books connect to something specific and recent in my life, particularly when there's no reason to suspect they might. I always seem to find a book right when I need it. Or perhaps, they find me?