Night We're Not Sleeping In

"Reading these poems is an uncanny experience. . . . We enter into this book alert to possibility, and leave knowing how asleep we've been."—Nick FlynnOf all the meanings of exposed I think my favoriteis the raw nerve shivering bug-like in the lamp lightwhile the surgeon arranges his dainty knives.You can get close to that. You can brushits wriggling limb and hear the scream.You can lie there on the table, say,"little nerve oh nerve it'llbe all right; therethere, there there.