/ by Laura Kochman

I guess another difficult tight thing that I feel while rereading this book is the sensation that this might be what sound like. Let's be honest: I'm writing about poetry, art, orchids, and my cat, mostly. So along with the sense of the self about to leave is the sense of the self exposed as something flawed and oblivious. I don't mind being flawed, but I'd like not to be oblivious.