It is what it is.
We say it when the shift runs long and the news is bad. We say it when the real answer would take all night. We say fine the way you lock a door.
It Isn’t begins when those words stop working. These poems move through anger, burnout and sleepless nights, and find their way home: to a wife who warms the world and leaves herself the cold, a daughter making something out of nothing, and a truth you can hold.
Not a book about being fixed. About not being fine, and that being okay.
