informs his work, whether the speaker is contemplating an orange "waiting in a bowl on a kitchen island" or, more poignantly, preparing his beloved mother for her deathbed. In his poem, "Language Line," Cozzi writes: ". . . and you/lashed to the mast of the cell phone, / learn love translates to something carnal, /a drowning, a catastrophic craving." Reading this book is a tonic and an inspiration for us all.