Book: Floating, Brilliant, Gone by Franny Choi

I went a bit overboard with joy when I suddenly remembered I could order poetry books from the library (it's been a long year or two or some unit of time, I forget things, I forget time) and I put a hold on both of Franny Choi's poetry books (Floating, Brilliant, Gone and Soft Science).

These poems are full of formal play and lyricism, of fairy tales and specific bodies. I love the way registers shift between poems and between verses.

I don't really know, sometimes I can point to specifics of craft or subject matter as to why poetry works for me or doesn't. Here I can't, because I know that craft and subject matter are part of it but really I just love these poems and they make me have a lot of feelings and also sometimes I want to put the language in my mouth and carry it around under my tongue and find out if it dissolves or if it cuts me or both.