Deborah L. Davitt's To Love Unquietly oscillates between love and desire, life and death, oneness and severance. She masterfully weaves the various elements of relationships into a patchwork tapestry of poetry, which acts as a dark, dusty mirror showing what was, what could be, what could have been, and what is in its beautiful, cobwebbed truthfulness.

When you look into this volume of poetry, which self will you see?