"Sina Queyras is a poet to read and reckon with."Lambda Literary ReviewMxT, or "Memory x Time," is one of the formulas acclaimed poet Sina Queyras posits as a way to measure grief. These poems mourn the dead by turning memories over and over in their hands, by invoking other poets, by appropriating science, by studying the history of elegy. Devastating, cheeky, allusive, hallucinatory: this is Queyras at her most powerful.All the gods know is destinations. I have raisedA glass, my eye, your hook. Let's face it the worldIs a shrinking place and hungry: too much griefTo feed. I float away from you on hardCovers. I step out on the stacked hours. WordsIf they were soil how I would throw them back into theCompost pile and wait for spring. Those " this is howIt is," speeches appear and later diamonds soft as bullets.I went to the library looking to scaffold my thoughts. Sure, now you say Lucretius. Intelligence is so oftenHindsight. Outside Holly Golightly's townhouseThere are taxis. The end of me, or you, is of no concern.Frederick Seidel anoints me with the head of his penis.It is soft as a chamois and spreads like egg across my scalp.Sina Queyras is the author of the Lambda Awardwinning Lemon Hound, Expressway (shortlisted for the Governor General's Award), and the novel Autobiography of Childhood (shortlisted for the Amazon First Novel Award). She often writes for the Poetry Foundation and runs the online journal Lemon Hound (Lemonhound.com).