My favourite poem is Death imperative. It is the final poem and opens with ‘You have been communing with eels all morning.’ And it’s true, I have. This piece reads fluently, beautifully on the page.

I found this poetry collection in the town of Geraldine. The Homeland was a slither between thick spines. The bookshop felt curated, loved. The poetry section seemed alive, loved. I stood there, flicking through the pages and knew this book belonged to me.