

But now visualize it, and look at your side of the bed, and there is the absence. Sleeping on the side of the bed where your lover is supposed to be. I hope it will be okay with the author if I quote just one short poem in this review, because it uniquely captures the kind of thought found throughout the volume: While you can probably read the entire book in just an hour, you will find that it takes days or weeks, because even the short poems invite study. There is truth in this writing that requires faith on the part of the reader, particularly the young reader who has not yet had the opportunity to feel the kind of all-consuming love being explored. The kind of love Indemaio is writing about is something that I've felt, but which I suspect many readers will find foreign. The theme of love runs through the book, with occasional detours into pain and loss. What I found was a compelling mix of pithy, funny poems and short moving poems, like I knew from his Twitter feed, and longer expositive pieces that were real, raw, and visceral. I am a long-time fan of on Twitter, so I was excited to see what he would be able to do in book form.
