This is not a gun. Or a letter from your ex. This is not news of war or a court summon for noon tomorrow. This is a book that might make you feel too much and make you spontaneously combust. As does Poetry and all its friends. It also might make you see colors brighter and greet people with a dash of genuineness and a tint shade of kindness. This is not an arrest warrant for a crime you didn’t commit or the premonition of your death. This is a book on the spaces between the air molecules and the gap between your fingers. This is a poetry book for the soul. Take comfort from this