I read this late last night. I wasn't able to give it a careful read. I think to do that would require much more effort, as I couldn't really wrap my head around these. Normally a poem series has some kind of angle. You just latch on to that early and you know how to read the rest of them. But these poems vary in tone and subject just enough to make it kinda hard, but still engaging and interesting. I finished the book with a good feeling. He talks about walnuts a lot, and there's something about the inside of a walnut looking like the human brain, and having two halves, with membranes, which begs the question of crossing over. OK. This wasn't really in the book, this is just what walnuts make me think about. He does talk about crossing over a lot though, which is interesting. He talks about trains a lot too, and lines (as in poetry) and language... and nature. This might be worth a re-read sometime later, when I'm smarter, maybe I'll get more from it. Here's a good excerpt:

"Why not use your fluttering tongue to wipe the sweat off of that starling who is trying to strip off her wings. It's so distant of you, my arboreal lover on the outskirts of town. From the shadow of the clothes hanging in a thrift shop, a single antelope watches you. Steel-colored eyes of contempt." ( )