PERIPETEIA

Rhodes-Ryabchich’s poetry collection makes room for our pettiest impulses.

The ode, generally speaking, is a form of celebration, a storied poetic form honoring a person, a moment, or some other worthy subject. In her latest group of poems, the author sardonically inverts the ode, turning it into a tool of confession and deconstruction applied to her life’s uglier memories, such as getting called slurs, suffering eating disorders, and a suicide attempt. This is not to say the author has written a dour collection devoid of humor or levity—some pieces are slyly comedic, such as “SELF PORTRAIT AS A PIECE OF TOFU AND AVOCADO,” which includes lines like “I combine well with American cheese and plum tomatoes.” Even these lighter moments reveal their speakers’ desires and anxieties about never achieving greatness: “My biggest fear is that I will spoil, before being enjoyed / by some hungry, health-conscious person.” Many of the poems have the “Ode to” title formulation for hyper-specific subjects including contact lenses and jealous mothers, as well as broader topics, like “kindness.” Rhodes-Ryabchich is fond of long, expository titles (“WHAT I THINK OF THE BABYSITTERS WHO TELL ME THEY WONT’ BABYSIT MY DISABLED CHILD”) that often belie the shrewd perceptions the works contain, be they considerations of ableism, infidelity, racism, or mental-health bias. In these pages, these speakers refuse to bite their tongues.

This is a difficult book to absorb in a single setting due to its near-relentless insistence on the fact that life, frankly, can suck. Many references are made to the author’s disabled daughter, Kyla, and the challenges of raising a wheelchair-using child in an ableist, unforgiving world. It can be hard to parse the silver linings of these open-ended pontifications as they are largely about the gulf between the cards we hope for and the cards life deals us. But this acerbic quality can also be cleansing, especially for readers who have felt sidelined in their own lives. “Kindness” demonstrates that the titular virtue need not be metaphorically reduced to sunshine and soft things—these poems locate grace in places like a child’s hard-won ability to self-regulate their emotions after a tantrum (“I’m watching my daughter grow / and wondering how much of this / she has in her, and why it happens and maybe / it’s better this way— she is expressing her wants / and needs, and this is the way she does it every day”). This is a collection best suited for moments when readers can address their darkest impulses and need a private space to ridicule and pout and complain. The title comes from the Greek term for “turning point,” often employed in tragedies when the protagonist’s fate has been sealed. This book is not so dark and nihilistic as that, but the concept reminds us that we do keep score of our wrongs, archiving those bad memories that “would remain in my mind, a miniature minitour— / deformed and beastly” whether we like it or not.

A confident assortment of poems that give cathartic voice to our worst selves.