I said "Oh, God," out loud at least three times while reading this. This poem collection had me by the throat. It's full of a thousand twisty-turny metaphors and moments full of genuine love and passion for being alive.

Gibson uses "nightmare" as a verb and wrote a poem from the perspective of their unused tandem bicycle. They tell us that "love is a downpour of shelter" and that "all living is storm chasing," that "we could make any of those specks of light / the Big Dipper if we drew the lines right" and "all poetry is forgiveness / for what this world can not always hold." There's a poem called "To the men catcalling my girlfriend while I'm walking beside her" and one called "To my love on the day she discovered Tumblr and every love poem I ever wrote to every woman I loved before her." They talk about racism and psychosis and sickness and healing and gender.

I want my heart to look like these poems.