The poems in Furs Not Mine display Andrea Cohen's masterful craft and lyricism and her keen wit. In Cohen's elegiac shoals, we see how "Great griefs are antidotes / for lesser sorrows," and in her strange, surprising narratives, we glimpse a man darting into traffic for a hubcap, "meaning to build his dream / vehicle from scrap." These poems, too, have the feel of dreamy constructions, in which bliss "from a distance, can look like pain." That's the magic of this collection: it holds loss and promise in the same image--sometimes even the same word.