Just to say that Molly Tenenbaum’s The Aborists is a collection to savor.

One poem you’ll delight in rereading is “I Can’t Put Enough Household Objects into this Poem to Equal your Wonderfulness.”  It opens,

            You are as perfect as the invention as the egg slicer.

            You are as pleasing as the first push of the potato masher.

And on the poem goes, the you being as

            Fine as italics, as free as the two-month trial

            of the Times . . .

Who wouldn’t love someone who is “the moment / soda and buttermilk meet”?  The speaker ends with the worry, suggested in the title, that she doesn’t love the person addressed enough.  But she comes close.

Tenenbaum’s poems embrace the world she lives in.  Another poem that will delight you is “How Long Have You Been Teaching Banjo,” a poem about “Trading time / for music.”  It includes the advice she gives to students:

            Swing you arm, I say, like walking down the road.

            Road, I say, never street or sidewalk.

By poem’s end, you’ll agree, that, though they may take “the money” or barter for a fair exchange, music teachers are “holy.”

Buy The Arborists and find many poems you’ll want to return to.