Leigh Stein’s collection of poetry written during the pandemic is *chef’s kiss* perfection. There’s a little bit of satire, a little bit of heart. There’s humor and guilt and fear and boredom. It is a flawless time capsule of the COVID year and the universal experience of so many privileged Americans. I had to reread a handful of poems because they mirrored thoughts and feelings I didn’t even know I had. Like this one:

“I wake up and touch my phone to see
who was thinking of me as I slept.”

I mean, come ON. That is gold.

✨ From Burnout is the New Pink at Crooked Reads.