Nick Lantz is the coroner of poetry. He's exhuming loneliness in the form of spam emails. He's reminding us of the pressure of being full of the act of forgiving. He's telling the horror story of the crack (we fall into) regulators.
"The book's spine is broken / out of love." ("Hawk and Rabbit")
Reader, store these poems in your chest cavity. Lantz will come knocking to retrieve them with your still-beating heart.
Note: you may not learn origami, or how to dance, but you will learn how to name a raccoon and why telling a secession joke is awkward, among other things.
I felt like I should've been listening to the The Who while reading this collection, which I received for free through Goodreads First Reads program (the first give-away I've won on Goodreads!).