Whether he ́s ́Œ speculating about Bogart and Bergman, imagining an emergency love letter, redefining the days of the week, celebrating days of nothing done, forgetting people ́s names, thinking deep thoughts on election day, wondering what happened to paradise, reflecting on long-distance relationships, remembering the joys of being 83, or just laying down the law on dogs ́Œ Kevin Ireland, here in his twenty-third collection of poems, is as irreverent, incisive and enjoyable as ever.