Inside the Golden Days of Missing You by Nate Logan (2019)

This debut

collection

of poems

(and Logan's work,

in general)

has my heart.

Maybe

it’s because

he’s a fellow

Hoosier.

Maybe it’s because

I see him as part

of a family with

James Tate

and Michael Earl Craig,

as if they’re all

surrounded cornfields

and tall boys.

This book

is full of

lyrically dense,

crystalline

sentences, forever

with the slyest

of smirks.

I fucking love

that smirk.