If We Knew How to We Would

If We Knew How to We Would answers a question nobody asked: How many thoughts can you work into a single poem? Through breakups and a pandemic, health issues and deaths, Emma Barnes's second collection is a riveting, overflowing and grief-stricken reckoning with the ordinary: a skinful of spit; insides scooped out with a melon baller; cracked like an egg and nothing inside. 'It is too much to say nothing about. It is nothing to say too much about.'