"Stagger, I stagger to meet these sensuous, brilliant poems stirring, now, in my branches. Here, form is shaped by urgency, and images carry their own weather and summon The Gone. Such poems sudden the blood, make new openings in the sense--awakening what poems can awaken across registers and feeling. See: 'Look how young I was with my silence. Look at the cruel coat it wore." And: "I know what I'm talking about. / Please don't die.' They are so true, so idiosyncratic, so strange that I change shape to read them."
-Aracelis Girmay, author of The Black Maria
"At the center of Anna Meister's debut What Nothing is the conjunction 'if, ' which sets into motion, over and over again, the hope of undoing a traumatic event. The speaker of these beautifully lonely poems chronicles simultaneously the effort to remember and the effort to forget, as if one could will forgetting. She is persuasive in her vivid expression of outrage and pain; she is also tender, vulnerable, resilient, filled with a quiet humor that transforms and deepens the pathos. Wrestling with questions of shame, breakdown, forgiveness, sex, date rape, and love, these poems push into existential inquiry as the speaker writes herself (and others who will find themselves mirrored in these words) back into being, 'Counting, while it happens, keeps happening. & after, the washing.'"
-Catherine Barnett, author of Human Hours