Great poems about real life in a small town (though some of it is less specific to small-town-ness than one would think, and seems to ring true in Queens or Brooklyn too). 
 I've never been partial to narrative poems-- I always ideologically preferred poems with metaphysical whizbang, words meant to detonate, not simmer. But reading this book made me rethink that pose, because there's something quiet & careful & accurate here that aims at a different type of transcendence. In this case specificity becomes universality, in a very rewarding way.