keenly observes and gives voice to the ambiguities and astonishments that we often turn away from—in human relationships and in our own unruly hearts. In poems that speak fearlessly about sex and grief, mothers and daughters, and friendships and marriage, Krygowski examines the beauty and danger of inhabiting a woman’s body in the twenty-first century while negotiating how our pasts infiltrate, for better or worse, the here and now. This intimate collection delivers hard won loves and insights, surprising humor, and daring imagination. Krygowski celebrates our joys, gives witness to our pain, and never, never compromises. I cut a leaf from my mother’s blooming violet, long alive past her death, to start a plant   for my daughter who I never knew as a baby— born to a different woman—   but for whom I explained birth control, blood, how to relax, push in a tampon,   what my mother never touched, her body a child-making mystery that pushed me   into mystery.  What is a woman who doesn’t long for kids?