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Bloom opens this collection—her eighth, out now with Brick Books—with “Immeasurable,”  a poem about a fleeting connection with a woman on the street

Dead algae and pheromone spice: there ’ s a full circle in the smell of low tide  anointing arches in the throat as Turner himself lay...

POETRY

Do I look scrawny? Elizabeth asked, on her miserable Parkinson’s diet, no more foods she loved, she wasn’t supposed to drink but she was drinking a little, red wine, because you can’t forgo everything...