In Eve Esfandiari-Denney’s My Bodies This Morning This Evening we see the body in so many states—ranging from survival to affection—that it achieves a sense of the elusive. Like water, Esfandiari-Denney’s poems move and seep into the gaps that exist between ourselves and the languages that define us. Holding together this remarkable debut pamphlet is a poetic that, in its plurality, is able to cross and recross borders, taking with it sisters, mothers, lovers and past selves. Here, voices are always moving beyond a single narrative, beyond the individual or certain, where it makes sense to say: “Your life are one”.