The poems in Lori Lamothe's fourth collection, Tulip Fever, begin in an extravagant light that shines on unsettling surfaces in the progress of an illness: in weeks spent in chemo fire between knowing and not knowing, attempts at reading signs in everyday occurrences like a dog's incidental act or a blue Christmas tree freeing itself from clich?, to the realization that survival is mostly about forgetting, and up to the triumphal moment...
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