The Book Is Awake, Call Us What We Carry

i love this poem, um, as one you pick because it's part of this sequence from your new book, call us what we carry. But it's also, i think, uh, manifest about our time, and thinking about it in broad ways. How are you balancing those themes scoot the book? Well, for me, it's recognizing that being awake meaning having your eyes open, and recognizing the wake meaning the death and the loss aren't mutually exclusive.