I used to be (still am?) a hypochondriac. When I read Anne Boyer’s new book The Undying recently, I was reminded of some long months (years?) spent trawling online health information for a sense of comfort—and not finding it. In Anne’s work, I saw again how poetry resists the flat, reductive language we read and hear when we’re trying to get well.

Show notes

• Anne Boyer’s interview on Commonplace
• Fiona Wright’s Small Acts of Disappearance (Giramondo, 2015)