The Book of Consumption selections are without titles. They range from the tranquil interiors of poem #25, to the simplicity of poem #102. Each piece, numbered (mechanically, perhaps) enlivens Glass’s sense of transition. We move from one moment of her mind to the next; we glimpse the full range of her poetic experience without the distraction or tyranny of titles. Glass seeks transcendence not in words but in a language – Poem #25: “I am not afraid: my language is accurate, it describes it… You do not end with death you continue through it.”