Reflective, wry and occasionally rude, these poems originate in the everyday, dropping in on backyards and beaches, train stations and airports, cafes and kitchens, provoked by photographs, books and letters, an undead Catholic childhood and the pangs and pleasures of motherhood as they ponder what a life of days might add up to.
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