Diane Tucker writes from experience and the sustaining power of memory in this first collection of poems. She writes of falling in love with the wrong person: For you I ride without a seat belt, willing to be thrown clear at first impact; her daughter at four months, whose fingertips are globes of amber salmon roe/ cool smooth/ and salty; and growing up as an adopted child: mystery breathes on my bare shoulders/ whispers between my spread-eagled arms:...