"Opening in the aftermath of a breakup, this book moves through an entire calendar year of grief and recovery before closing with poems so sensuous and raw that it is possible to believe love's pleasure is not merely worth but is also somehow deepened by its pain. At the book's heart is the body that loves another body, suffers its absence, and lives to love again. In the last poem, the speaker lies in bed with a new lover, composing a cable that reads: 'one of us will leave/I will remember my body / ached for you like no other stop.' That "stop" ends the telegram and the book but is also...