<div><p>"Reading these poems is an uncanny experience. . . . We enter into this book alert to possibility, and leave knowing how asleep we've been."—Nick Flynn</P><p><i>Of all the meanings of exposed I think my favorite<br>is the raw nerve shivering bug-like in the lamp light<br>while the surgeon arranges his dainty knives.<br>You can get close to that. You can brush<br>its wriggling limb and hear the scream.<br>You can lie there on the table, say,<br>"little nerve oh nerve it'll<br>be all right; there<br>there, there there.</i></div>