This is the type of poem you look at happening for a moment and then immediately situate yourself so you can see the whole thing transpire. The questions asked here are the ones we ask ourselves - questions about appearance, God, family. The piece plays with doubt, but the sort of doubt that arrises within an accusatory society living and breathing all around. How do we fit in? And does poetry have any place left? Nate Brantingham turns the simple and common, here, into beautiful art that lasts in our minds, transforming these moments of doubt into moments of community.