In her first full-length collection of poems, Win depicts a colorful
world imbued with unexpected paradoxes: nature is both comforting and
savagely unnerving; love is permanent and fleeting; the accuracy and
flaws of memory abound. Her experiences with illness and recovery
intertwine with her identity as a Burmese American daughter of immigrant
doctors, flowing in poems like "Hands" My father's hands, frail birds,
shaking wings. / In Burmese, "win" means bright. / Hands that stitched
skin together and brought back life. Win's unique perspective and
artful language offer readers insight into how the heart can bend and
mend without breaking.