Best new book of 2009! But seriously, all stabs at flarfurnuttiness aside....
HOLY COW THIS IS GOOD. I just blew my entire carefully planned morning staring at its electronic pages. First off I love the final (title) poem, which kills me. It just KILLS ME. Its straggling bees, its amniotic swish, its furnace guy. I am crazy for this poem. (Full disclosure: I'm also a neurotic woman always in quest of a patron saint.)
Also "On Thanksgiving." Also the poems "On fixing things" and "On being philosophical." Also, ALL THE OTHERS.
Trenchant, smart-ass, broken-hearted, hantée, swoony, maudlin, mordant, sinister, gloomy, goofy, eyes open and counting every penny, these are.
And inspiring. How many poems can you say that about, anymore?