"An ode to the pleasures and surprises of compound words: 'the smallest poem in the English language'. Erlichman writes short lines of love and comfort, addressed to an unspecified 'you' and laced throughout with standard or newly fashioned compound words: 'A friendship is like that. / With sails powered by / the deepest of breaths. / Some might call it a loveship… / or a songship…or a wowship… / and they'd be right. / But even if your ship's makeshift, / come beloved, be loved /by me'."—Kirkus Reviews
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