Sober by Remi Recchia

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Poetry

39 pages

8.5” x 7” single signature with hand sewn binding

Published June 2022

The poems in Sober offer a visceral and unflinching examination of familial loss, sobriety, sexual assault, and transitioning in a world full of danger and violence. Through surprising wordplay and varying forms, Recchia invites the reader to acknowledge the full spectrum of life. Especially when it is difficult but also when it is gentle.

Vigil

Peeling wax like chocolate

candy wrapper stuck to no

breast, hand buried small

inside old pocket under lemon

moon—how do you crowd-

source grief? Quietly in droves

of swans & sheer glass

towers kissing hillside, lost

buttons & field-less refrigerator

magnets. Ask for a song & get

a psalm. Keep it in the winter.

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Poetry

39 pages

8.5” x 7” single signature with hand sewn binding

Published June 2022

The poems in Sober offer a visceral and unflinching examination of familial loss, sobriety, sexual assault, and transitioning in a world full of danger and violence. Through surprising wordplay and varying forms, Recchia invites the reader to acknowledge the full spectrum of life. Especially when it is difficult but also when it is gentle.

Vigil

Peeling wax like chocolate

candy wrapper stuck to no

breast, hand buried small

inside old pocket under lemon

moon—how do you crowd-

source grief? Quietly in droves

of swans & sheer glass

towers kissing hillside, lost

buttons & field-less refrigerator

magnets. Ask for a song & get

a psalm. Keep it in the winter.

Poetry

39 pages

8.5” x 7” single signature with hand sewn binding

Published June 2022

The poems in Sober offer a visceral and unflinching examination of familial loss, sobriety, sexual assault, and transitioning in a world full of danger and violence. Through surprising wordplay and varying forms, Recchia invites the reader to acknowledge the full spectrum of life. Especially when it is difficult but also when it is gentle.

Vigil

Peeling wax like chocolate

candy wrapper stuck to no

breast, hand buried small

inside old pocket under lemon

moon—how do you crowd-

source grief? Quietly in droves

of swans & sheer glass

towers kissing hillside, lost

buttons & field-less refrigerator

magnets. Ask for a song & get

a psalm. Keep it in the winter.