the start of the title poem, “Undoing”:
Unfamiliar with the logic of the physical world,
As a kid I did not understand repair.
My mother warned,
If you break that lamp
We canâ€™t replace it, but I couldnâ€™t believe her.
The world canâ€™t be that stingy,
Not the same world of tulips erupting from bulbs,
Moths emerging from cocoons, smooth upholstery
Cradling my cheek in the backseat of my fatherâ€™s Chevy….