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Second Bloom: Poems | 
There‘s no doubt it‘s the most glamorous,
the one you reach for first—its luscious gloss.
Russian Roulette, First Dance, Apéritif, Cherry Pop.
For three days, your nails are a Ferris wheel,
a field of roses, a flashing neon Open sign.
Whatever you‘re wearing feels like a tight dress
and your hair tousles like Marilyn‘s on the beach.
But soon, after dishwashing, typing, mopping,
You will love this book if you like beautiful narrative poetry, thoughtful observations on daily life, and heartbreaking truths about living with metastatic breast cancer, which Anya does. We were grad school friends, and I experience more enjoyment reading her work than I ever did from reading a poem at Emory.
