Poetry. "'How will I know myself?' asks Bea Opengart in this searching, insistent archaeology of familial remembrance, separation, distance, and connection. Her quiet new volume investigates remnants -- some haunted, all infused with story, all inviting reverent and painstaking interrogation. These are grief poems, but they are both dry-eyed and clear-eyed. Their objectivity is infused with a tenderness that not only knows its place, but occupies it dead-center, with uncomplicated certainty."--Frannie Lindsay