Let’s thank you thank you for the mighty spindrift, the hallowed grass stain, the peculiar déjà-vu. Let’s unwind each other by any means necessary. Let’s spool our indecision around the memory of last night’s winnings. Let’s consider all the times we could have broken hearts & did, all the Friday nights we spentĪlone in our pajamas, eating take-out & wishing we were beautiful. Let’s climb to high ground & pin our names to the wide back of the sky. Let’s cut our losses & move camp, pitch a tent downriver, tramp through the firelight like Let’s pretend we’re swashbuckling & radiant. Let’s touch each other in the forest as the wind tries to push us around. Dictionary-like in approach and lyric in effect, Relief Map is a sort-of secular book of hours, exploring what it means to make a life with another person and mean it. Here, the terrain of the Midwest-and of the beloved’s body-offer maps with which to chart the profound fact of love in the everyday, fully aware of the possibility of losing it.
Entries range from “Vulnerability” to “Fire” to “Salt,” interspersed with meditations on topics including the subjunctive mood and documentary studies. In an extended sequence of prose poems, Relief Map uses etymology to navigate eros-turned-longtime partnership.
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