not trying to flex here but it was helpful this here book was in french alongside english. not only did my okay ability to read french come back to me pretty quickly but it forced me to read this pretty slowly, with repetition, focusing on the effect of and different meanings behind certain words. much better than the usual overly quick scan i do with most poetry. anyhow, quel poesie. acidic and vulnerable in spades, evocative of secret affection and private hurt, and of whole periods of time spent spiraling in a void. favorites: "ginger rogers", "...grease", "pledge of allegiance" (i will live in the glaring light of impossible standards)(i burn my little flame that will, i hope, still illuminate the beautiful whereever it may turn up.), "Jan. 1 1982..." fucking devastating, maybe the bleeding heart of the whole collection and i happened to before reading botch the translation of one of its barbed lines (i am the island of childhood / civilized into rubble / the waste of emotion / poisoned under the / toxic by-products of love.), "joan crawford".