Not sure I was in the right space for this collection. Some pieces I found really beautiful and moving, especially those related to Vuong's identity and grief over the loss of his mother. Others, especially those more graphically describing war, and the last poem, "Woodworking at the End of the World," felt like they were relishing in past trauma rather than expressing a new angle, something an earlier poem refuted. However, I am in a cynical mood, and probably should return to this when I'm more open-minded.