Ethereal, airy. Four long poems, much white space, only about twenty words per page. Some tropes (mirrors, mouths) make them feel coherent. I don't know if this was intentional or not but several poems feel like they can almost be read across both open pages at once, since the diction is so vague and detached from grammar.
a needle of language that also feels like a light hug,,, i’m watching my friend lila scratch chemistry into the library whiteboard and the world feels so gelatinous and dreamy around me