Publisher's Synopsis
Wheeler' s debut collection archives the lost and left. Its poems toggle between presence and absence, avoidance and collision, intimacy and estrangement. Objects like a Craigslist bed and trashed concert flyers become memorabilia of the almost, records of fracture and displacement. Wheeler minds the gaps with acerbic lines, chronicling an inherited impermanence with wit. " My grandmother left me leaving," she writes. That heirloom wanders with readers through coffee shops, public toilets, the apartments of lovers and strangers. In Between Places makes and unmakes home with each poem, grieving the transience of " always leaving from, never going to" while savoring the hard-fought arrivals: " Tonight we are saved." - Kemi Alabi
