Sober by Remi Recchia
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.
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.