Rebecca Foust’s collection in Only is achingly touching, especially when she writes about her children. She shares the birth of her son:
my son was born. The cord was torn
too soon, so they cut off
his head to save his heart. He lived
for a long time.
I am not quite sure what she meant by “so they cut off his head to save his heart.” My other favorite poems in this collection include “Thirteen,” “Self-Improvement,” “Collaborator,” and “Abeyance.”