That April

Poetry. THAT APRIL is a spectacular book. Bill Kushner writes poems made out of fluttering wings. His poet walks the street reading teeshirts, stays home & remembers there was an old man here before me. He makes tea and toasts his own splendiferous aging. These are such warm, horny, homey, lovely human poems. His dying father crying Hold me! and a much younger man (Kushner's then lover) slip in and out of this collection of lyrics. The world is a luminous empty human body changing hands or souls. Reading this I don't feel alone, then I do -- Eileen Myles.