Lonely Women Make Good Lovers by

As Kuipers writes, love is a question defined not by what we / cannot know of the world but what we cannot know of ourselves. These poems write into that intricate webbing between us, holding space for an I that is permeable, that can be touched and changed by those we make our lives with.

In this book, astonishingly intimate poems of marriage collide with the fetishization of freedom and the terror of desire.

At times valiant and atothers self-excoriating, they are flush with the hard-won knowledge of the difficulties and joys of living in relation.