**Fourth read is 5 stars**
Giving a Denis Johnson book 3 stars has always haunted me. This book of poetry was the only one...not today folks, not anymore. This is possibly his shortest collected work, with a mere 15 poems, two-page each max. So I decided to reread this, aloud, home alone, in boardies, no shirt, and boy did these poems hit me harder than the proverbial "I might have another hash cookie, the one I ate before didn't seem to work."

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I read this twice just then after work. First read I would have given 2 stars. I decided to read it again for my love of Johnson. Second read I give 3 stars. I think his poetry warms slow like an old gas heater lodged with gas and human hair. I will read again and I presume like most rereads of Johnson I will find elusive sentences that give me that same vertigo feeling in the jewels that I get when I stand on high platforms. ( )