I’m reading White Lung, by Kimberly O’Connor. For me, what’s most interesting are the lessons to be learned from where the poems dealing with whiteness fail. I’ve written about race and antisemitism in prose, but I’ve not taken on whiteness, which means my own complicated relationship to whiteness as a white-presenting Jew, in poetry. I’m learning from reading O’Connor’s work, and I haven’t felt like I’ve really learned something from reading a book of poetry in a very long time. It’s a nice feeling.