I Am The Dead, Who, You Take Care of Me

With tender attention and a keen curiosity, the poems in I Am the Dead, Who, You Take Care of Me are acutely aware of the ways in which poems commune with the living and the dead. Here are poems that are unafraid to ask, "And who were we really--just some organized space?" By situating himself among lyric poets such as Jack Spicer, John Ashbery, and Amiri Baraka, Anthony McCann reveals how poetry can be a transformative type of devotion, that "to amuse yourself this way / is to be permanently real." By turns sorrowful and passionate, these poetic meditations ultimately leave us humbled in their wake.